Chapter 24: The Hidden Monster
Inside the car, Clara's exquisitely beautiful face was now filled with gravity.
Ethan raised an eyebrow, his deep gaze passing through the bullet-riddled bulletproof glass, studying with interest the man whose face was as pale as a vampire's.
"What? An old acquaintance of yours?"
"He's the local kingpin here, and also the Foster family's biggest business rival!"
Clara's full chest heaved violently as she gripped Ethan's hand tightly.
"What the hell is this bastard doing here?"
As if hearing the commotion inside the car, Terry stepped over the blood and severed limbs scattered on the ground, and under the fanatical gaze of the biker gang, walked leisurely to the front of the Maybach.
Through the thick bulletproof glass, he looked at Clara hiding inside the car, not daring to come out, and a contemptuous sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Good evening, Clara."
Terry's voice carried a vaguely chilling coldness that clearly reached inside the car through the night wind.
"Actually, why go through all this trouble? At the auction house, you could have just handed over that genetic sample to me obediently. Why risk your own life?"
The instant she heard those words, Clara's whole body trembled, a bolt of lightning flashing through her mind.
"So in that second-floor box, the bastard who competed with me for the biological sample... was him!" Clara glared angrily at Terry outside the car.
However, after the brief shock, feeling the warmth from Ethan's palm, Clara's initially panicked emotions miraculously began to stabilize.
She took a deep breath, her heaving chest calming somewhat, regaining her usual cold and commanding demeanor.
After all, so what if Terry was the mastermind behind this?
The current situation on the scene still seemed to favor their side with an absolute advantage.
The elite mercenary squad she had hired at great expense from the black market, though some were injured, still had formidable core combat strength. The other side couldn't do anything to them in a short time, and she had enough time to call for backup.
Looking at Terry, on the other hand, he was just a businessman who spent years sitting in air-conditioned rooms playing power games.
Even if he came in person, what could he do against fully armed professional mercenaries?
"Don't worry, Ethan."
Clara even turned to comfort Ethan, a sharp coldness flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"The mercenaries will handle this for us."
However, hearing Clara's confident statement, Ethan mercilessly shook his head.
"Things aren't as simple as you think."
Ethan leaned lazily against the leather seat, his tone calm without a ripple.
Having been completely transformed by the S-grade serum, his perception abilities had long surpassed human limits.
From the moment Terry appeared, Ethan had keenly caught something unusual in his eyes.
It was the same bone-chilling killing intent he had sensed through the air at the auction house!
This nauseating bloody smell and tangible murderous aura could never be emitted by an ordinary businessman who just sat in an office signing contracts.
This could only be the look possessed by a beast who had truly crawled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, who had experienced countless life-and-death struggles.
This Terry was definitely not as simple as he appeared on the surface.
In Ethan's perception, inside this guy's body, a violently restless power that made one extremely uneasy seemed to be lurking.
Just then, Terry also seemed to lose his patience.
Under the almost pathologically worshipful gazes of the bikers, he reached out his pale fingers, tugged at the expensive tie around his neck, then stepped forward, walking straight toward the group of mercenaries blocking the car.
Seeing this scene, the blood-covered mercenaries were all stunned.
"Is this guy crazy?"
A muscle-bound mercenary captain spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, looking at the approaching Terry as if he were an idiot.
In the eyes of these mercenaries, Terry, this suit-wearing, frail businessman personally walking to the front line was simply suicidal idiocy.
Though filled with doubt and contempt, since they had taken Clara's huge payment in dollars, they naturally had to protect their client to the end.
"Don't kill him yet, knock this idiot out and use him to get more bounty money!" The captain sneered and gave his subordinates a look.
The heavily armed mercenary at the front immediately nodded, then lunged at Terry, raising his fist ready to smash this businessman who didn't know any better to the ground.
"Go to hell!"
Just as the mercenary's fist was about to hit Terry's face—
Sudden change!
A extremely cruel and vicious smile flashed across Terry's pale face.
He didn't even make any evasive movement, but instead, at a terrifying speed that defied physics and was too fast to even leave an afterimage, suddenly kicked out!
A deafening thud exploded in the night sky!
The heavily armed mercenary, weighing over three hundred pounds, didn't even have time to let out a scream before his entire body instantly flew backward off the ground!
His massive body slammed hard into the door of the bulletproof SUV behind him!
The force was so great that the heavy armored door, capable of withstanding rocket launcher shockwaves, was forcibly dented into an extremely terrifying deep crater!
The mercenary spewed out a large mouthful of fresh blood mixed with organ fragments, his ribs completely shattered, white bone fragments piercing through his bulletproof vest and protruding outside. He slid down the car door like mud onto the ground, dying on the spot!
The entire scene fell into deathly silence!
Killing a fully armed heavy mercenary with just one kick?
The mercenaries who had been sneering moments ago nearly had their eyeballs pop out of their sockets. Everyone was shocked by this monster-like terrifying power, their scalps tingling, an extreme chill shooting straight to the top of their heads!
Terry slowly withdrew his foot, brushing the dust off his suit pants with extreme disdain.
Then he raised his head, those eyes filled with violent bloodshot veins piercing through the windshield, staring fixedly at Ethan inside the Maybach, his mouth stretching into an exaggerated arc.
"Now, it's your turn."
Inside the car, Clara was so frightened she covered her mouth, her whole body ice cold.
But sitting beside her, Ethan, looking at the man outside the car who was as arrogant as a devil, slowly curved his lips into an intriguing cold smile.
He casually released Clara's soft hand, rotated his neck, producing a series of crisp bone-cracking sounds.
"Looks like tonight's finally getting interesting."