He Tried to Kill a Little Boy... But Didn't Know the Boy's Father Was Still Alive

An hour later...

The convoy rolled through abandoned industrial warehouses outside the city.

Victor's sedan sat alone inside a massive shipping yard.

Every warehouse appeared deserted.

Too deserted.

Ethan raised one hand.

The convoy stopped.

His security chief studied a tablet.

"Tracker confirmed."

"Victor is inside Warehouse Twelve."

Ethan looked at Liam.

"You stay in the SUV."

Liam shook his head.

"He tried to kill me."

"I deserve to know why."

For a long moment...

Father and son simply looked at each other.

Then Ethan nodded once.

"Stay behind me."

The warehouse doors slowly slid open.

Inside...

Victor wasn't alone.

Nearly thirty armed men surrounded stacks of shipping containers.

In the center stood an older man with silver hair and an expensive navy suit.

Richard Holloway.

The billionaire investors called him a philanthropist.

Governments called him a respected businessman.

Only Ethan knew the truth.

Richard had secretly controlled an international network responsible for blackmail, corporate sabotage, political bribery, and murder.

Richard smiled.

"I wondered how long it would take."

"You should have stayed dead."

Victor stepped beside him.

"I told you he wasn't easy to kill."

Richard sighed.

"I underestimated him once."

"I won't make that mistake again."

He slowly raised one hand.

Dozens of rifles aimed directly at Ethan.

Liam's heart stopped.

But Ethan never reached for a weapon.

Instead...

He smiled.

"You really think..."

"...this warehouse isn't already surrounded?"

The lights suddenly went out.

Darkness swallowed everything.

One second later—

Floodlights exploded from every direction.

Police helicopters thundered overhead.

Elite tactical officers crashed through every entrance simultaneously.

"Federal agents!"

"Drop your weapons!"

Chaos erupted.

Within seconds...

The empire Richard had spent thirty years building began collapsing around him.