Chapter 690

Along with the excruciating pain came a murderous intent that burned like wilddire in the robed man’s chest. Michael’s punch had ignited every ounce of fury within him
Meanwhile, Michael didn’t stop after landing his initial punch. After landing, he followed up with another equally fierce punch.
This time, the robed man was ready. He dodged with a toll, picked up some loose dirt from the ground as he did, and flung it straight at Michael.
A
gust of wind carried the dirt, scattering it across Michael’s face and body. Dirt clung to his lashes and hair, momentarily blinding him.
The robed man let out a low, menacing laugh. Seizing the opening, he lunged with a blade aimed straight at Michael.
But despite being temporarily blinded, Michael relied on his heightened senses. He could track the robed man’s movements by the shift of air and the faint sound of his footsteps
The sound of metal hitting the ground rang out as the blade fell to the floor. Michael’s iron grip clamped down on the man’s wrist, holding him in place.
“Got you”
With a sharp shake of his head, Michael got rid of the remaining dist on his lashes before slowly opening his bloodshot eyes to look at the robed man. His lips curled into a smile as
The robed man struggled and thrashed, but Michael’s grip was unyielding. Under such circumstances, escape was impossible.
But he couldn’t just give in. He had plenty of unfinished business. Years of meticulous planning were all leading to this moment, the once–in–a–lifetime opportunity. If he missed this, he would never have another chance to find this mythical island!
He tightened his jaw in desperation and raised his right hand.
When Michael and the surrounding agents caught sight of what the robed man was holding, their expressions changed instantly.
“Captain Cortez , watch our someone shouted.
In the robed man’s palm was the last remaining C explosive.
“Do you want to go down with me, Captain Cortez?” The robed man laughed coldly, seemingly gambling at this one chance . He was betting that Michael would value his own life too much to let this end in mutual destruction and would thus let him go.
But Michael simply chuckled. He clicked the other end of the handcuff around his own wrist and, with a casual flick of his wrist, tossed the key into a nearby thicket. “Go ahead. Detonate it. If I can’t bring you in, I’ll gladly go down with you ,” Michael said , his tone steady and indifferent. He was dismissive of the threat of getting blown up to bits..
There was no fear in his expression. This un
utter disregard for his life made Michael a terrifying adversary. There was no weakness to exploit, no leverage to gain. The robed man’s movement faltered , his expression turning ugly.
Michael seemed to have read his mind and pressed, “Go on. Detonate it. Just get it over with. If not, then sit tight while I arrest you.”
The robed man’s palm was slicked with sweat. He wasn’t as fearless as he pretended to be. Deep down, he was terrified .
The explosive in his hand suddenly telt heavier than ever. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. However, all that ended when someone by the side shouted, “Captain Cortez, Pete Camell has escaped!”
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