Forty minutes later, Sean had the hood removed and was shoved out of a black Ford. He turned to glance at Boer. The burly mercenary captain's eyelid twitched, and the hairs all over his body abruptly stood on end. Like a beast encountering terrible danger, his biological instincts triggered a warning.
"What are you looking at... Get inside!"
Boer's imposing manner suddenly weakened. Once he came back to his senses, he became somewhat annoyed. He was a battle-hardened mercenary who had killed without batting an eye, yet he had been frightened by a young man incapable of even trussing up a chicken?
It had to be an illusion. The mercenary captain shook his head, casting the absurd thought from his mind.
By the time Sean stepped into the warehouse, he had already learned the kidnappers' exact numbers and firepower through Skynet's tracking and surveillance. There were twenty of them, from Hammer Industries' security company. Most had backgrounds as mercenaries from private security firms. They were mainly equipped with light weapons, miniature bombs, and directional anti-personnel mines. It would not be difficult for him to deal with them cleanly, but considering that Betty and the others were still in their hands, he had no need to act rashly for now and risk creating an irreparable situation.
Sean truly had not expected Samuel Sterns, such an insignificant piece on the chessboard, to accomplish this much. Even with the advantage of foresight, he had carelessly been dragged into this game. Murphy's Law was certainly interesting—whatever bad thing could happen would eventually happen.
A mutated giant dog circled the young man, drool dripping from its jaws. Its sharp fangs and massive body left no doubt that it could tear apart anyone's flesh and blood.
A dim green shadow emerged within Sean's mental world. The