Chapter 587
Chapter 587:
The question hung in the air, her mind still reeling. Lock picking…
Lock picking was a skill typically reserved for burglars—how on earth did Brenna know how to do it?
Brenna scoffed. “Have you forgotten what I studied in school? I majored in mechanical design. The structure of those handcuffs is basic. Unlocking them was child’s play. I could crack a safe just as easily p>
She shook her head in mild exasperation. “With your level of foolishness, you should never have crossed me. Stop overestimating yourself p>
Ethan stepped forward, his expression cold as he aimed the gun at Rosie. Given her history of manipulation, he knew better than to trust her.
Brenna, twirling the steel needle effortlessly between her fingers, moved to Ethan and unlocked his cuffs in one smooth motion.
Ethan looked at her with genuine admiration. “You really can do it all. It seems there’s nothing in this world that can stop you. Can you unlock electronic locks too p>
Brenna gave a casual nod. “I can, though it takes a bit more effort p>
Ethan turned his gaze back to Rosie, his disgust now fully evident. “Should we kill her p>
Brenna answered with composed certainty. “No. She’s my uncle’s only daughter p>
Beyond the window, a colossal warship loomed, cutting through the waves with menacing precision. Several speedboats, swift as arrows loosed from a bow, surged toward the vessel carrying Ethan and Brenna. Soldiers clad in camouflage stood aboard, rifles raised, firing at the ship without the slightest hesitation.
Ethan and Brenna had not yet discerned which country’s flag the speedboats bore when a grim and sudden spectacle unfolded before them: the stern-faced bodyguards stationed outside were gunned down one by one, blood and brain matter splattering grotesquely against the glass. The scene was chilling.
This shoot-first-ask-questions-later approach bore the mark of ruthless military efficiency.
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The sudden barrage jolted Ethan and Brenna into diving to the floor, hearts hammering. It dawned on them just how narrowly they had escaped death—had they hesitated even a second longer, they would have been riddled with bullets. Fortunately, the cabin walls held firm; though the soldiers had seemed reckless at first glance, their precision was anything but random.
Only after the soldiers led Thiago and Neville into the cabin did Ethan and Brenna dare to rise from the floor.
Neville’s face was etched with guilt. His hair was singed, and visible burns marred his skin. Ignoring the pain, he rushed to Ethan with urgency radiating from every movement.
“Boss, I’m sorry. The security team and I were drugged. By the time we realized you were in danger, it was already too late p>
Ethan, seeing the burns on Neville’s face, felt his anger dissolve. He could no longer blame Neville for the delay; instead, a pang of guilt struck him. If Brenna hadn’t insisted on saving everyone, he might never have had the chance to rescue Neville and the others.
“I’m fine,” Ethan said quietly. “You should get your injuries treated p>