CHAPTER 52 USHED

Michael, his face set in grim determination, strode through the bustling streets of Addis Ababa, his mind focused on the task ahead of him. He had just landed in Ethiopia, having rushed to catch the first flight out after receiving the call about Hunter's plot. Now, he was making his way to his office, determined to find a way to stop Hunter before it was too late. Just as Michael turned the corner onto a side street, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, the heavy thud of boots on the pavement sending a chill down his spine. Without a moment's hesitation, he spun around, his hands coming up in a defensive stance as he prepared to face the threat. But it was too late. The men were upon him, their faces obscured by balaclavas as they attacked, their fists raining down on him in a blur of blows. Michael, his body aching and bruised, fought back with all his strength, his fists connecting with bone and flesh as he struggled to fend off his attackers. He knew he couldn't last