His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1299

"Thaddeus..." Hans murmured, narrowing his eyes against the blinding spotlight.

Amidst the roaring hurricane force of the rotors, the two men exchanged a knowing smile. The absolute trust in their shared gaze communicated everything that needed to be said.

Standing at the edge of the helicopter's open bay doors, Thaddeus was clad head-to-toe in black tactical gear. The tight fabric clung to his lean, explosive muscles, exuding a predatory dominance. Paired with dark cargo pants and combat boots, he looked like a weapon forged in the shadows. Framed by the brilliant moonlight, his rugged, chiseled silhouette was as sharp and intimidating as a freshly drawn broadsword. Nobody in their right mind would dare challenge him.

"Heh. Not a bad look," Hans chuckled softly. The praise was genuine.

He had never complimented anyone before.

Thaddeus would be honored.

The helicopter hovered unsteadily in the violent winds, but Thaddeus stood at the edge of the drop as though his boots were bolted to the floor, an immovable mountain.

He raised his assault rifle with terrifying, clinical precision.

His eyes locked onto his targets. He pulled the trigger.

One shot. Two shots. Three shots.

Three shots, three men dropped.

He didn't shoot to kill, but he made absolutely sure they would never get back up.

Even in the pitch black of the forest, his aim was infallible, hitting the exact incapacitating points he aimed for.

This was the lethal, innate skill of a top-tier military academy graduate.

The helicopter descended just enough to kick out a rope ladder.

"Get up here!" Thaddeus commanded, his eyes blazing as he reached a hand down toward Hans.

Hans didn't hesitate. He scaled the ladder quickly.

Two large hands clamped together, as tightly bonded as the two fiercely beating hearts inside their chests.

The moment Hans's feet left the ground, tears stung his eyes.

Light.

The man pulling him aboard was the dawn of his salvation.

This was the closest he had ever been to the light.

"Useless trash! You're all a bunch of incompetent failures!"

She had anticipated Hans might try to extract Elsie in the chaos, but she never imagined someone else in the facility would turn against her and aid his escape!

"Ms. Alexia! What do we do?! You have to make a call!" The situation was deteriorating rapidly, and the mercenaries were panicking.

"Grab the core data drives. Destroy everything else."

Alexia squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, they were as bloodshot and manic as a demon's. "Execute every single test subject. Leave no survivors!"

The guards shuddered, a bone-deep chill washing over them!

In this subterranean lab, the captives ranged from seventy-year-old seniors to fifteen-year-old kids.

But to this vicious, cold-blooded psychotic woman, those living, breathing people were nothing more than lab rats. Their lives were entirely worthless!

"If the cops rescue these people, they instantly become witnesses against us. You've all participated in these experiments. Do you want to stand trial?"

Alexia's dead eyes swept across the pale faces of her men. "Every single one of you has blood on your hands. If you get caught, you get the death penalty. If you don't want to die, you do exactly what I say!"