A deafening clap of thunder echoed at the same time the gunshot rang through the storm.
The man ahead stumbled, clutching a tree for support as the bullet struck his leg.
He glanced back at Elliot, his face shrouded in darkness, exuding an eerie presence as he turned to flee.
Wounded, his pace slowed, yet he continued to run through the forest, dragging his injured leg.
His speed was greatly reduced, allowing Elliot to close the distance.
Exhausted, the man collapsed to the ground.
Elliot swiftly holstered his gun and rushed forward to pin the man's arms behind his back, gripping the nape of his neck.
He removed the man's disguise.
The man's features were chiseled and striking, marred by an old scar across his face.
Despite the disfigurement, his familiar eyes were unmistakable to Elliot.
After the tainted formula scandal, Keaton had been on the run for five years, surviving multiple close encounters with the National Investigation Bureau.
Catching him now seemed almost too easy.
Elliot's expression was stern, sensing another trick from Keaton.
Despite being restrained, Keaton showed no surprise.
Instead, he smirked and said, "Elliot, long time no see. We've finally met face to face."
Elliot scoffed. "If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to see your face."
Keaton laughed maniacally, eyes burning with hatred.
"But I've been looking forward to meeting you, Elliot. Someone as ruthless as you should have died in Renee's place. Wait… You should go to her grave and beg for forgiveness instead! Apologize to her!"
Elliot's face remained impassive. "That woman doesn't deserve it."
Elliot's words, light as they were, struck a nerve deep within Keaton.
"You won't kill me. If you do, you'll never see your family again. Anyway, I have nothing to lose. My death is meaningless, but I'll die happy if I take the richest man in Froania and his heirs with me. What do you think, Elliot? Do you have the guts to pull the trigger and gamble with their lives?"
Keaton showed no fear, only smug confidence.
Elliot seethed with rage, but he could not take the risk.
He had to ensure Sheena and the kids were safe before making a move.
He pressed his foot hard on Keaton's back, forcing him into the muddy ground.
With one hand holding Keaton down, he dialed Sheena's number with the other.
The phone rang and rang.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable…"
He tried again, but the call would not go through.
Despite having a good cellular signal, he could not reach Sheena.
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