Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 959 A Ballpoint Pen

Castiel was infuriated beyond belief. He hadn't expected the special police would dare to shoot while they still had the hostages.

Surprisingly, Roddy remained very calm. He quickly shouted, “Don't harm the hostages! The one who did it isn't with the special police. Everyone stay calm!”

Roddy knew it was Donald who took action, not the special police team.

Donald might not care about the fate of the hostages, but the special police team certainly would.

Therefore, as long as the team of villains had hostages in their hands, their only opponent would only be Donald.

On the contrary, if they no longer have any hostages, they were certainly doomed.

“Break through the fence. Let's head for the hills!” ordered Roddy.

Right next to the airport was a mountain.

Given the latest condition of the car, there was no way they could make a getaway in it.

The only way for them to survive now was to hide in the mountains and call for reinforcements from the organization.

Castiel was struggling to control the car with a blown tire, barely managing to drive it to the side of the mountainous area.

The moment he parked the car, a ballpoint pen suddenly flew in from outside the window, embedding itself directly into Castiel's temple.

Castiel never figured out who killed him, even until his death.

“Quick, get out of the car!” Roddy pushed open the car door, his head lowered as he exited the vehicle, and dashed into the forest at an incredibly fast pace.

It was because he knew that all of that was Donald's doing. As such, he tried his best to stay out of Donald's sight after he got out of the car.

As long as Donald couldn't see Roddy, he wouldn't be able to kill the latter.

Roddy's idea was brilliant, and indeed, his clever maneuver saved him.

Sadly, Benson wasn't so lucky.

He had just stepped out of the car when the ballpoint pen started moving again.

A moment later, it pierced Benson's right calf at an incredibly fast speed before gutting him.

Benson let out a chilling scream.

The hostage he was holding also took that opportunity to escape while screaming.

“Oh my god! What kind of demon are we facing?” Kayvon, who had escaped into the woods, stared at Benson in disbelief.

At that moment, Benson was lying on the ground, still struggling relentlessly.

Though his stomach slashed open, he did not die immediately.

He could feel the air, mixed with dirt particles, entering his abdomen. He could also sense his life slowly ebbing away at that very moment.

The ballpoint pen hung over Benson's head sinisterly.

With all his might, Benson tried to lift his pistol to aim at the ballpoint pen. In the next second, the pen dropped, piercing straight through Benson's forehead.
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