A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 104 Failure

“Rocky, it seems the Zimmerman family has called the police. I heard from some guys that they are setting up checkpoints at the airports and train stations. Should we change our location? It’ll be problematic if they discover our whereabouts.”

Rocky didn’t respond at once.

Next to Finnegan’s old residence was Josephine’s house. A hoodlum hurriedly entered the building, whose power had been cut off long ago.

Rocky emerged from the darkness. “The Zimmerman family contacting the police is within my expectation. Still, it doesn’t matter. By the time they think of looking here, we would’ve long completed our tasks. Besides, they may not even find this place!”

“Rocky, have you heard from that Mr. Chomsky?”

Rocky glanced at his watch and said, “He wants Finnegan to cure his son, so I gave him some more time. He should contact me soon.”

A menacing look flashed across his eyes as he spoke. “Once we lure Finnegan here and eliminate him, we’ll do away with his parents, then let the boys have some fun with his sister. His entire family will pay for my brother’s death!”

The lackey instantly grew visibly excited. “I’ve seen pictures of Finnegan’s sister. She’s quite pretty.”

“You’ll be able to lay your hands on her soon.” Rocky patted his subordinate’s shoulder. “But for now, we must remain vigilant. Instruct the others to shoot Finnegan on sight as soon as he shows up!”

Having witnessed Finnegan’s combat skills, Rocky knew even a dozen ordinary men wouldn’t be his match.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t mobilize more men at that moment, so he gathered ten of his most trusted subordinates and spent a hefty amount to purchase some firearms.

Rocky planned to shoot Finnegan to death with a hail of bullets the moment the latter appeared, ensuring he had no chance to retaliate.

The lackey nodded and turned around. “I’ll tell the others right away.”

Thud!

The second he spun on his heels, he abruptly froze, and a faint scent of blood permeated the air as an arrow pierced his chest.

Behind him, Rocky inquired, “Hey, why did you stop?”

The next moment, the lackey fell backward without a sound.

forward to support his subordinate, and under the dim light filtering in from

as he sensed imminent

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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was about to warn his subordinates outside, incessant

anxiously, “Rocky, we’re under attack!”

dashed outside at once, his face darkening.

emerge. They seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows, each wielding a pitch-black

Rocky’s dismay, of his nine subordinates stationed outside, only

four black-clad a*sailants had silently

wasn’t the time to dwell on that. Rocky quickly took out his gun and pointed the muzzle

a shot, one of the black-clad people reacted swiftly, letting fly

out a muffled grunt as his gun clattered to

rolled back inside the house, narrowly evading another

be sent by Ms. Wahlstrom?” Gritting his

those people, he felt utterly baffled and furious, so livid that he had. the urge to charge

“Ahh!”

These people are too formidable!” I had eleven armed men in my party, including ten subordinates and myself. Yet, right now, those four people in black have taken down more than half of

clearly spiraling out of control at

of his men killed by

remaining two lackeys seemed to have run out of bullets,

figures slowly

Am I going to fail before even meeting with Finnegan? While those thoughts

the window at the back of the house. “F*ck! There must’ve been a problem on Tristan’s

would’ve arrived there within such a short

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that moment as getting to safety took precedence over anything else. Taking Bernice along as a bargaining chip will only diminish my chances of escaping. Besides, I still have a good amount left from the fifty million Tyrone gave me.

after him!”

house and fled through it, the two black-clad. people entered. One

person stopped him. “We were only ordered by our superior to eliminate the small fries. Someone wants that leader alive. Let’s do away with the remaining two people and

subordinates were wiped out. Subsequently, the black-clad quartet

it weren’t for the ten corpses lying in the courtyard, no one would’ve