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.

light filtering

facial expression changed drastically as he sensed imminent danger. “Be careful! There’s-”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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he was about to warn his subordinates outside, incessant gunshots rang

the lackeys shouted anxiously, “Rocky, we’re under

subordinate, dashed outside at once, his face darkening. “F*ck! What’s

they saw four figures dressed in black emerge. They seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows,

dismay, of his nine subordinates stationed

four black-clad a*sailants had silently taken them

the time to dwell on that. Rocky quickly took out his gun and pointed the muzzle at one of the figures in

fire a shot, one of the black-clad people reacted

a muffled grunt as his gun clattered to

was an experienced fighter. The moment he dropped his gun, Rocky rolled back inside the house, narrowly evading another arrow

these people? Could they be sent by Ms. Wahlstrom?” Gritting his teeth, Rocky pulled the arrow out from

baffled and furious, so livid that he had. the urge to charge outside and

“Ahh!”

subordinates and myself. Yet, right now, those four people in black

was clearly spiraling out

see one of his men killed by a dagger one of the

have run out of bullets, hiding and not

black-clad figures slowly

Am I going to fail before even meeting with Finnegan? While those thoughts raced through Rocky’s mind, the two

clenched his teeth, swiftly making up his mind and bolting toward the window at the back of the house. “F*ck!

one would’ve arrived there within such a short period.

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else. Taking Bernice along as a bargaining chip will only diminish my chances of escaping. Besides, I

after him!”

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

by our superior to eliminate the small fries. Someone wants that leader alive. Let’s do away with the remaining two people and

Rocky’s subordinates were wiped out. Subsequently, the black-clad

for the ten corpses lying in the courtyard, no one