Chapter 112: The True King

Rodney's knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tightly as he navigated the city's winding streets. His mind was a whirlwind of adrenaline and determination, fueled by a singular purpose that had driven him to abandon all reason and restraint. As the chaos unfolded around him, Rodney's fingers danced across his phone's touchscreen, dialing a number that only a select few knew existed. The line crackled with anticipation before a gruff voice answered, "Go ahead." "This is Agent Rodney," he barked, his tone clipped and urgent. "Eric White has caught wind of our operation. He's managed to block every possible route to Olivia's residence." There was a pause on the other end, a weighted silence stretching into eternity, before the voice responded, "Understood. What are your instructions?" Rodney's grip tightened on the wheel as he made a sharp turn, his tires screeching in protest. "I need an extraction team and a chopper prepped and ready to go.