Chapter 541

Erica's voice cracked with terror. "Enemies infiltrated our base, chaos erupted, and we've lost all contact with the boss!"

Vincent shot upright, gripping her shoulders tightly. "What about Hannah? Tell me where she is!"

"I... I have no idea! The message gave no details!"Erica was consumed by panic, her thoughts a storm of confusion. "But since the message didn't confirm her state, she must still be alive,right? You can only hold out until more word arrives."

"Hold out?" Vincent's eyes burned red. "I refuse to hold out! Tell me her location this instant!"

"I truly don't knowv! I don't have the faintest clue about the situation there. There's nothing I can do!" Erica cried,her composure collapsing completely.

Witnessing her in such frantic disarray, Vincent considered the grim chance that Hannah was in severe peril.The final restraint in his reasoning tore apart. Acting without delay, he delivered a decisive blow to the back of Erica's neck, knocking her out cold.

The two bulking men nearby reacted instantly, reaching for weapons, yet Vincent moved first. With several rapid strikes, both men collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

With all obstacles cleared, Vincent sprinted toward the cockpit. He overpowered the pilot with ease and took control, skillfully operating the instrument panel. His fascination with aviation had once earned him a pilot's license, though he had rarely flown in person. Now, that skill came in handy.

Vincent redirected the aircraft, accelerating straight toward Dorbarrow. He refused to wait for uncertain news. He needed to return at once, to force from Erica the precise location where Hannah might be confined, whatever it required. He would bring Hannah back.

Gunfire thundered throughout Brixton's fortress. With the majority of Brixton's fighters reassigned and being undermined by an undercover from the enemy gang Black Dragons, Brixton's handful of faithful men were quickly overwhelmed by the gang's ruthless charge.

Brixton took a bullet to the stomach, yet his expression revealed neither agony nor dread; instead, he appeared almostecstatic in the chaos of blood and smoke.

Hannah crouched behind cover, heart racing. This was her one chance to slip away. Seizing the moment,she darted toward a narrow side passage.

But a man from the Black Dragons, eyes filled with menace, lunged with a wicked grin, seizing her arm."Running off, darling? Stay here and amuse me!"

Hannah countered swiftly, using her judo training to resist and strike back.

Yet, the man's bulk and strength dwarfed hers, dragging her close, his foul breath flooding her senses."1enjoy a woman who fights!"

Bang! A sharp shot cracked past her ear. The man stiffened, a crimson hole splitting his forehead as he toppled backward.

Stunned, Hannah turned and saw Brixton standing behind her, weapon smoking, muzzle lowered. His gaze blazed coldly, amusement flickering. "And where exactly were you planning to go?"

Hannah's mind raced. Forcing calm, she met his stare. "I was searching for you! Are you wounded?"

Brixton let out a dark laugh, unimpressed. "Searching for me?"

As he spoke, he casually fired behind him, taking down an enemy attempting to ambush him from the side.His marksmanship was terrifyingly precise.

"Yes!" Hannah insisted. "The turmoil here is unbearable! I'm safest by your side!"

"Oh?" Brixton arched a brow, seemingly entertained by her claim. "You're right."

Without warning, he yanked her behind him, firing twice that struck down two more attackers.

"Stay close!" he commanded, pulling her toward a weak breach in the enemy's assault, his movements swift and a ggressive, showing no signs of the bullet wound-as if the pain and blood loss only fueled his intensity.

Hannah stumbled along, barely able to keep up, her breathing ragged.

Suddenly, Brixton halted, drawing a metallic device from his pocket, his grin manic. "Do you know what this is?"

Hannah instinctively shook her head.

"A delightful toy," Brixton sneered wider.

He turned sharply, hurling it toward the largest cluster of enemies in pursuit.

Boom! The blast roared violently, fire erupting, waves of force ripping through the air, screams snuffed out instantly. Half a dozen men were annihilated in the explosion.

Hannah, crouched behind cover from the shockwave, turned pale as she realized it had been an explosive.

This man was deranged!

Brixton's tongue flicked across his lips with excitement, his fist pumping in savage triumph.

Yet, a moment later, cold steel pressed firmly to the back of his head.