Chapter 411 The Pale Eyes
Outside the gated mansion, police cars were parked on the snowy sidewalks, with police officers standing nearby with their radio phones in hand.
There were few tents built in; inside were higher-ups from the police station and members of high society.
There were armed police officers standing by, readying themselves to enter the mansion and apprehend the terrorists.
However, the lives of the hostages were the highest priority, and they didn't want to be reckless.
Jack stomped out of one of the tents with frustration visible on his face and headed to the dark forest that was empty of police officers.
He clutched his walking cane and leaned against one of the trees with a painful gaze in his face.
"Those stubborn fools..." He slammed his walking cane against the trunk, and let out a frustrated yell into the empty forest.
The sirens blasting and the sound of approaching police cars subdued his screams of frustration.
"Jack…" A gray-haired man called out from behind him.
"Patriarch…" Jack took a deep breath and turned to look at the elderly man. "I apologize for my outburst."
"It's understandable." Mark sighed, placing a comforting hand on Jack's shoulder. "You know how these people work. They have to earn something from this deal before spending $100 million."
"Aren't the lives of their loved ones enough?" Jack asked with a frown.
"Not for them." Mark sighed. "Your wife and Jesse will be fine. These terrorists aren't foolish."
"I wish I could share your optimism." Jack replied, his voice filled with concern. "If these guys don't receive their money soon, they'll start shooting."
Mark nodded. "That indeed is a troublesome situation. I have to get going now; the business doesn't stop for this, but I have already given the money to the Rothsmith family."
"Thank you." Jack hunched slightly as he bowed.
"Mm, everything will be taken care of." Mark smiled reassuringly as he walked away.
Jack looked at the mansion in the distance, feeling a mix of anxiety and trepidation. He clutched the walking cane so hard that his fingers almost broke.
…
Crash! Slam!
The door slammed open, breaking the peaceful silence of the night.
An armed man entered one of the rooms, flicked the light switch to light up the room, and eyed the room with a sinister glint.
There was a small chance of anyone being here, as all the servants were already in the lounge, but they still had to make sure.
He pointed the gun at the bed, pulled the trigger, and shot a single round into the mattress.
He then approached the bed, kicked it out of the way, and looked underneath for anyone, but it was empty.
"Hmph." He pressed his radio phone and said, "The third floor is clear."
"All right, Gnome." The voice on the other side of the radio phone said: "Hydra and others hadn't returned from the second floor yet. There were gunshots heard."
"Oh, so that's where the noise came from." Gnome said this and rubbed his temple, trying to process the information.
"Go check it out; Hydra and others aren't responding. Be extra careful."
"Sure." Gnome responded, and after finishing his sentence, he quickly headed out of the room.
But then he was hit by a blunt object from behind, and everything went black for a split second.
However, once he crashed on the ground, his vision returned to normal, and he felt blood trickling down the back of his head.
"What the fuck?!" Gnome screamed and clutched his head in pain as he turned to look at his assailant.
A purple-eyed man with a bloodied vase in his hand stood before him, a smile playing on his lips.
"Who…"
Jesse dropped the vase to the ground, grabbed Gnome by his throat, and squeezed tightly, cutting off his breath.
"I need you to do one thing; blink twice if you understand what I am saying."
"Grrr!" Gnome's face turned red, and his eyes bulged as he struggled to breathe.
"Blink twice if you understand."
After realizing that he was about to pass out, Gnome started blinking repeatedly in a desperate attempt to convey his understanding.
Jesse let go of his throat and said, "Call your boss via the radio phone. Tell him that there are a bunch of people hiding on this floor, and they are armed with knives. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Gnome whispered venomously.
Jesse pressed the radio phone's button and pointed it towards Gnome's mouth.
"Code 1…" Gnome said clearly. "There are people barricading themselves in a bathroom, and they are armed with knives. I require assistance.
The radio phone stayed silent.
Jesse glanced at Gnome, seeing him sweat furiously.
"Roger that, Gnome." A deep voice came from the radio phone. "We are coming to help."
Crack!
Jesse crushed the radio phone in his hand with astonishing strength.
Gnome's eyes widened in shock. "What the fuck?"
"Good night." Jesse snatched his gun from the ground and smashed it against Gnome's head, knocking him unconscious.
He then dragged Gnome's unconscious body into the nearby closet and closed the door behind him, leaving Gnome trapped and hidden from sight.
"Now, I'll wait." Jesse whispered and looked at the knives on his hand. He took a few from Gnome, Hydra, and his men.
…
At the front lounge.
Dragon put the radio phone away with a sinister look on his face.
"Is everything all right, boss?"
"Gnome reported code 1." Dragon said. "Someone is holding him hostage, and they want us to go to the third floor."
"They?" An armed man asked. "There are multiple?"
"A single person can't knock out Gnome." Dragon said. "Also, Hydra and others had gone silent; they have been killed, most likely. It must be done by some expert security squad."
"What should we do?"
"Load up." Dragon pulled out his pistol, loaded it with bullets, and looked towards the stairs. "Tie up everyone, leave one guarding them, and the rest will follow me."
"Very well, boss!"
Nearby, Amber and Nero heard it, and their eyes sparked with hope.
"Is there someone inside the mansion?" Amber whispered to her husband. "Some security that survived?"
"But who could it be?" Nero asked with a frown. "We didn't have guards stationed inside the house except at the front entrance."
"Maybe we can be saved!"
"I hope so…" Nero clutched her hand tighter. "Emily…"
Amber bit her lip after hearing her husband's whisper. They were aware that their daughter was missing, but they didn't want to talk about it in case the terrorists heard.
They were hoping that she was safe somewhere.
Dragon walked to one of his men and glanced briefly at the hostages before whispering.
"If they try anything, shoot them in the leg."
"Roger." An armed individual known as Bigfoot agreed. His codename came from the fact that he had abnormally big feet, and ordinary shoes did not fit him.
Dragon reloaded his pistol, took the rest of the armed men with him, and headed towards the location where they suspected the group of individuals to be hiding.
The hostages noticed it and realized that there was only one guarding them. However, the lethal-looking gun looked threatening, stopping anyone from doing anything.
…
"Hmm, boss!" A figure walked down from the fourth floor and came across Dragon and the others.
"Zombie, the fourth floor is clear?" Dragon asked.
"Yes, certain." Zombie, named because of his abnormally pale countenance, said with a nod.
"Keep your gun ready; we can't let our guard down," Dragon replied sternly.
…
"We have discovered the terrorist's identity!" A police officer sat in front of a computer inside one of the tents and shouted.
"Who?" The police commissioner asked anxiously from the side and saw a recorded feed of one of the security cameras playing on the screen.
The armed men on the security camera were blurry, making it difficult to identify them, but they managed to magnify one of the sigils on their vests and masks.
"The Pale Eyes." The police officer said with a voice of fear.
The police commissioner's eyes widened in shock. "What… w-
why are those notorious mercenaries here?"
"The Pale Eyes, who?" A well-dressed man approached them with his arms crossed. He looked like a high-ranking official or a wealthy businessman.
"Sigh, Lucas, how do you not know them?" Another wealthy-
looking businessman said with scorn. "They've been the main topic of foreign news for the last month."
"I don't care what happens in foreign news." Lucas said with a scoff.
"The Pale Eyes…" The police commissioner whispered in fear. "They are a gang of mercenaries that is so powerful that no one from Land of White dares to challenge them.
"Land of White was once known as a beautiful land, but it all changed just recently…"
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