A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1420

Bernard who had breached the biozone with lightning speed, Bernard, had intended to grab Yates for a little heart-to-heart.

Yet, what he hadn’t expected was that the puppet master behind the seventh round of their twisted game was holed up right here.

Bernard’s eyes, cold as a winter’s frost, zeroed in on his target’s head in the blink of an eye.

The moment his skull was cracked open, Bernard knew the seventh round had been tampered with on purpose. Caleb… Caleb could have made it out alive. But to test him, they let Caleb die in the snake nest!

This vendetta, this ocean of blood owed, Bernard was determined to settle it with his own hands.

His white-gloved hand slid the gun back into his belt and slowly drew out a gleaming golden knife.

Bernard holding the knife, his gaze lifting, charged toward the controller of District B1-9 with blinding speed.

The hapless puppet master, still caught in the fray, couldn’t even make out who was barreling toward him before his throat was slashed open.

Clutching at his throat, spewing blood, he stared with eyes full of unwillingness at Bernard, who had already sheathed his knife… In his dying moment, he finally understood why Bernard had targeted only him – Because he had killed Caleb.

Even if Kermit Hyde had given the order, an accomplice was still fair game for death.

he fell, Bernard, with

biozone as well, thought Bernard was squatting

devastatingly good looks, was merely using the corpse’s clothing to wipe

then lifted his own gun to take out someone

I just saved your bacon. How do you plan to thank me?”

still leisurely cleaning his blade, responded without looking up,

if you don’t mind, after we rescue your cousin-in-law, my wife and I can take you out for a meal.”

his shock, felt his heart seize up again, wishing he could shoot Bernard

saved you!” Grinding his teeth, Robin holstered his

stormed off, intent on retreating, but halfway through, he

just leave Eleanor behind!

that thought, Robin, swallowing his towering rage, shamelessly

who had finished off the last controller, also made their way

of them, not a single one

having wiped away all traces of blood, straightened up and sheathed his golden knife.

the

“Locked up.”

gaze toward