Chapter 1279

The force of the impact sent bricks flying and turned the wall into a pile of rubble, dust swirling through the air. Donald's body lay crumpled against the debris, blood pooling around him like a smashed watermelon. He was undeniably dead. Abner's face turned pale. Now, he fully believed what Donald had been saying. Someone had been there. Even though he hadn't seen anyone, and the way Donald's body had been flung was still a mystery, Abner wasn't stupid. A wave of unease crept over him, and his gut screamed that something was seriously wrong. The unease in his chest exploded into full-blown terror as a figure suddenly materialized in front of him, moving so fast it was almost supernatural. It was like seeing a ghost appear out of nowhere. As a seasoned assassin, Abner's reflexes kicked in instantly. The moment the figure appeared, he raised his gun. But before he could pull the trigger, a sharp pain sliced through his wrist. In stunned horror, he watched his gun drop to