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M: TSIA Chapter 97: Who Are You Talking to?
🕑 Added 2025-02-22 11:46:00 +0000 UTCIn the silent car, Mitat's breathing sounded heavier than usual.
Wolf remained silent in his seat, but the graceful man suddenly opened his mouth, his voice soft yet full of pressure. "Who are you talking to?"
Mitat's body trembled.
"I-I..." Mitat stammered, his mind racing to find a plausible lie. But before he could finish his sentence, a bright light suddenly blinded his eyes.
From the adjacent alley, the headlights of an Audi blazed fiercely, and in an instant, the deafening roar of the engine echoed in the air.
The car sped towards them at high speed.
Mitat barely had time to react when a loud crash shook the entire vehicle.
Wolf's expression suddenly changed drastically. His eyes narrowed sharply, his instincts as a hunter immediately reading the situation.
"Not good. Go!" Wolf shouted in a cold, firm tone.
But it was too late.
BOOM!!
The loud impact shook the entire street as the Audi collided with the Escalade with brutal force. The sound of metal clashing echoed, the vehicle's doors crumpling inward with a painful noise.
But the attack was not over yet.
The Audi engine roared fiercely, its tires screeching on the asphalt before violently pushing the Escalade across the road. The roadside barrier, meant to be a safety measure, crumpled in an instant, and without resistance, the Escalade lost its balance—plunging into the riverbank with a thunderous crash.
The car spun in the air before finally hitting the ground hard. The sound of shattering glass, crunching metal, and small flames began to creep over the damaged trunk. Two wheels broke off, while the rest of the vehicle lay in a state of near destruction.
From a distance, Ethan slammed the airbag that obstructed his movement. Without hesitation, Ethan drew his gun, opened his car door, and rushed toward the now-burning Escalade.
The air was filled with the scent of gasoline and smoke.
As Ethan approached, his eyes caught the condition inside the car.
Mitat was unconscious, blood covering his entire face. The bodyguard in the passenger seat was no longer moving, his neck twisted at an impossible angle—clearly broken instantly upon impact. In the back seat, two men who had previously sat quietly now showed no signs of life whatsoever.
Ethan sighed, then without a second thought, he grabbed Mitat by the collar and pulled him out from the wreckage of the car.
This bastard still chose to help the wicked, but Ethan couldn’t let Mitat die like this.
As Ethan dragged Mitat away from the flames, he opened the back door of the Escalade. Carefully, Ethan examined the body inside, checking to see if the target was still alive or not.
However, before Ethan could touch him—
SWIIISH!
A hand suddenly shot out from inside the car, its movement quick as a striking snake. Ethan could only feel a sharp sensation before an excruciating pain spread from the back of his hand. A deep wound gaped open, blood pouring out profusely.
Ethan's body tensed instantly.
The sudden pain caused Ethan to lose his balance. His fingers weakened, and before he could stop it, his gun fell to the ground with a loud metallic clatter.
In an instant, a dagger appeared from the same hand—gleaming under the moonlight.
And before Ethan could react, the dagger had already plunged into his side.
CRACK!
Ethan staggered back, his knees buckling, before finally falling to his knees on the cold ground. Warm blood seeped from Ethan's ribs, dripping incessantly like a horrific red waterfall. Ethan's vision blurred slightly from the rapid blood loss.
Before Ethan, Wolf casually unbuckled his seatbelt. The man stepped out of the wrecked car, looking at Ethan with a cold, hateful glare.
"Do you want to kill me yourself?" Wolf's voice was low, carrying a threat that felt almost like another dagger stabbing into Ethan's body.
Wolf stepped closer.
"The CIA really underestimated me. If I survive this..." the man grinned, his face displaying a terrifyingly cruel expression. "...wait for my revenge."
On the other side, the elegant man who had previously sat quietly in the Escalade finally emerged from the wreckage.
Unlike Wolf, the man's body showed no signs of injury whatsoever. Even his expensive clothes remained neat, without a trace of blood or tear.
As if the entire destruction had never touched him at all.
It was the man who had stabbed Ethan in one swift motion!
Ethan didn’t even have time to react. The excruciating pain spread from the wound in his side, blood flowing more freely, soaking his clothes. Ethan gasped for breath, his vision growing increasingly blurry.
The man, now standing over Ethan, glanced down at him with a contemptuous look, as if Ethan were merely a dying insect. Without showing any emotion, the man turned to Wolf and said in a calm voice, almost monotone, "Mr. Braun, this place is not safe."
Wolf, usually so confident, displayed a respectful demeanor toward the man.
A small smile appeared at the corner of Wolf's lips, and with a slightly flattering tone, Wolf said, "It's better to have you as a protector, Mr. X, than dozens of guards. Even if the CIA sends a special operations team here, I wouldn't be afraid."
The man called Mr. X showed no expression at all. Mr. X's eyes were cold, and his voice remained flat as he replied, "I don't care about the CIA's special operations team, but it's better to avoid unnecessary problems."
Wolf nodded in agreement, casually adjusting his clothing. After that, Wolf tilted his head slightly and said lightly, as if what he was saying was not a death order: "Mr. X, take care of this man."
Ethan, lying on the ground with blood continuing to flow from the corner of his mouth, could only chuckle weakly. Ethan's gaze began to lose focus, but he could still manage a cynical grin.
"We already have your picture, Braun," Ethan said in a hoarse voice, full of certainty despite his dying body. "Even if I die, you will never be able to leave New York again."
