Chapter 834 Reaching The Safehouse

Chapter 834 Reaching The Safehouse

No longer hearing his running, the chef gritted his teeth.

"Coward," he cursed.

"Chef. I don't think staying is a smart move. What if those guards called the cops already? We should leave."

"Shut up!" the chef shouted, pointing his pistol at his underling.

"One hell of a crew you got there. You can't even keep them in check. Now, I've taken out four of you, and I'm sure if I wait long enough, you'll take each other out. Ah ha ha ha!" Alex's voice echoed in the open area.

The chef's head snapped around, trying to find where it came from.

*Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!*

"Come out here and face me, you coward!" the chef screamed after firing his pistol four times.

"Boss! We need to go!" the henchman shouted.

"I said shut up!" the chef screamed, turning to his underling, gun raised.

The subordinate's face went pale, and the chef grinned.

"Yeah! That's right! You should be scared of me! You know what happens to those that don't listen!"

But the chef realized the man wasn't looking at him but past him. With a shaky finger, his underling pointed behind him as a shadow extended over him. Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

Turning around, he ended up face to face with the grinning Alex, wings extended on both sides, his four-meter-long wingspan covering his entire vision.

"You should have listened to him," Alex said, grabbing his throat.

The man tried raising his arm to shoot White Wing in the face, but a sharp pain assaulted him, a wing flashing by his face, and he realized he couldn't feel his arm anymore.

Until a dull thud echoed on the floor.

The pain reached his brain, but his throat was being clenched so hard he couldn't get air in to scream. He fainted from the pain and suffocation while his underling stood there, frozen in terror.

When Alex let go of the passed-out man, he shot out a small gout of fire, cauterizing his wound so he wouldn't bleed out.

The criminal could feel the fingers digging into his skin, and he immediately panicked.

"Stop! I'll tell you!"

Alex grinned at him.

"Go on, then," he said, keeping the fingers dug in.

"We meet in a small abandoned shop on Sherbrooke Street! Eighteen-nineteen Sherbrooke East. Please, don't kill me."

Alex smiled at him.

"Thank you."

Then he punched him in the stomach, forcing out any remaining air in the man's lungs, and let him crumple to the ground, eyes rolled back into his head.

Already, Alex could hear the sound of footsteps running up the stairwell and knew his time here was running short.

He dashed forward, using the wings to boost his running speed, and flew himself out the same window he came in from. As he burst out of the building again, Alex took the direction of the Plateau district.

He was gone before the door to the tenth floor was kicked in by a squad of swat-like men, and he was already thinking about his next step.

This caused him to miss the disappointed look of one of them as he looked out the shattered window.

Alex reached his destination in minutes, and the van he had seen earlier was already parked out back. He could feel one man inside with Geminae's senses and grinned.

"Let's end this farce. Men are dead for your greed. It's time to face the music."

Alex landed at the back door, reverting to his human appearance, and knocked on the door.

It creaked open, as it wasn't fully closed, and he heard some pained moaning inside.

"I'm coming in! Let's talk before you do something stupid!" Alex shouted into the back-store.

Silence was his answer.

Alex could already tell he had said this for nothing.

'Of course, they always pick the stupid option. Who am I kidding?' he thought, pushing his way into the store.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*