Free Web NovelChapter 667: You Lost Both
Christian refused Michael’s request, Michael had no choice but to compromise and said to Evan, "Get everyone out of here and get rid of the snipers in the shadows.
Whatever happens while we are in there, no one should come in. Make sure you protect Wendy and wait for me, I will make it out alive."
"Michael..." Evan tried to persuade him but to no avail.
Michael shook his head, he did not want to listen to what Evan had to say, with a stern voice he said, "Get everyone out of here."
Evan sighed in disappointment, all he had left to do was follow Michael’s instructions.
Soon, Evan, had everyone moved out of the hall, including the snipers who were positioned in the dark. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
"Since everyone has already left, it is time for you to release Wendy," said Michael.
Christian looked at Wendy who was beside him. He knew that this was probably the closest he would ever get to Wendy in his life. Once he let go of her now, he would never get close to her again.
Christian slowly released the gun in his hand. The next moment, the gun dropped onto the ground.
Wendy took the opportunity to immediately run from Christian.
Michael immediately ran up to Wendy. When he saw Wendy run over to him, he reached out and hugged her.
Feeling the warmth of Wendy in his arms was a relief to Michael. He hugged her tightly and asked, "Wendy, are you hurt?"
"I’m alright," said Wendy.
Michael hugged her so tight that she was almost out of breath.
Although she couldn’t recall who Michael was, the familiar hug that she just received wasn’t strange or feel full of reluctance.
On the other hand, whenever she was with Christian, any form of contact disgusted her.
"It is great that you are alright." Michael repeated over and over until his anxiety and stress finally faded.
"Are you trying to keep Wendy here so that she will join the fight?"
Christian was filled with jealousy when he saw the two of them hug each other.
Michael immediately let go of Wendy when he heard Christian, "Wendy get out of here, and wait outside for me." He kissed her forehead and pushed her towards the exit.
"Michael." Wendy wanted to say something, but she realized that there was nothing she could help with, "You must promise me that you will come out alive, both the kids and I are waiting for you." freёwebnovel.com
"I promise you." Michael nodded in confidence.
Wendy on her way to the exit saw Zen still on the ground. She went up to Zen and pulled her up, "Zen, let’s get out of here."
She was helpless, and would only be able to leave this place with Wendy’s help.
Both Zen and Wendy left and only Michael and Christian remained in the hall. From that moment, the true face-off between them would begin.
Christian picked up the gun on the ground and Michael drew his gun from the holder at his waist. They both pointed the gun at each other.
"We will use only one gun, who should discard their weapon?" asked Michael.
"I am further in the room, and you are closer to the door. I will toss my gun into the middle of the hall while you toss your gun out of the room. We will do it at the same time, on my count," said Christian.
"Alright." Michael had no objection to this idea.
The two of them counted down together.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
The moment the countdown ended, they threw their guns without hesitation.
Wendy and Evan stood by the door. It was a vantage point that allowed them to clearly see the situation inside.
The two of them focused on the situation in the hall.
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Michael and Christian were about the same distance from the pistol.
In the next second, Michael and Christian ran towards the middle of the hall at the same time.
Michael’s leg injury had not completely healed, he had been busy during that period, there was no time to properly recuperate from the injury. The wound still hurt now that he was running.
Not surprisingly, he was a step behind Christian because of his injury.
Seeing that Christian reached out and was about to grab the pistol, Michael saw a plate placed on the table and immediately picked it up. He aimed at the spot where the pistol was and threw the plate. The plate hit the pistol with precision and its impact knocked the pistol to the side.
Christian fell short. Michael took the opportunity to quickly run towards the pistol. By the time Christian reacted, Michael had already run to Christian’s side. Christian reached out and pulled Michael down quickly, wrenching him down with a single push of his foot. And just as Christian took a step, Michael reached out and pulled him by his feet.
Michael grabbed hold of him, and Christian fell to the ground with him.
Christian threw a heavy backhanded punch at Michael’s body. It’s a good thing Michael reacted quickly and reached out to block it.
But Christian’s strength was not small, with this block, Michael also felt a strong impact, the pain throbbing in his arm. Christian took the opportunity to stand up, pick up a side chair and smash it hard at Michael’s head.
Today, he just wanted to defeat Michael and die with him.
Anyway, he wouldn’t live, and before he died, he had to prove that he was better than Michael.
As the chair was about to fall, Michael did a quick flip and dodged the chair. The chair smashed on the floor and shattered into several parts.
Christian had used all his strength to smash, if it had hit Michael’s head, he would have certainly died.
Michael quickly rose from the ground. The pistol was positioned just a few steps away from them both. But these few steps were not easy for either to reach. Michael also picked up a chair and continued to fight Christian.
Wendy watched this from outside the door, scared to death. She was so afraid that Michael would get hurt. Wendy took a deep breath and whispered, "Michael, you must win, nothing must happen to you."
"Michael can win." Evan reassured Wendy from the sidelines.
If Michael hadn’t had his leg injury, Christian would have been an equal opponent.
But although Michael had injuries, Christian had been on the run for the past two days, and his energy was not any better.
They were both on an equal footing. It was hard to say who would win or lose.
Evan hadn’t comforted Wendy at all. However, she was not in the mood to care what he said, all her energy was on Michael in the hall.
At this time, Michael had already received a punch from Christian. Fortunately, Michael reacted quickly and punched Christian right back.
After a while, they were both dying.
The tense atmosphere lasted for two or three minutes.
Just two or three minutes of torment for everyone.
Although Wendy was stood outside the door, she didn’t even dare to breathe heavier at this point.
Michael and Christian in the hall had both been knocked to the ground by the other.
At the same time, the two lowered their heads and spit out blood.
The next second, the two looked at each other fiercely and got up simultaneously.
The pistol was now only one step away from them...
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Christian and Michael were moving very fast.
It was so fast to the extent that Wendy, who stood outside the hall, could not follow their movement. Her body was in a cold sweat.
If Michael lost, then he would be dead. Christian would have killed Michael.
Wendy was so nervous that she dared not breathe too heavily.
The final result was out, Wendy finally came around when she heard Evan cheer in excitement.
"Michael has won!" said Evan.
"He won?" asked Wendy. Her heart pounded.
Before she realized it, Michael was in the hall pressing his handgun against Christian’s forehead.
He stood in front of Christian, with the satisfaction of victory he said, "You lost, Christian."
At this point, Christian was still trying to snatch the gun from Michael. Unfortunately, he was still a step too slow.
He had been just a fraction slower than Michael.
Christian slowly let go of his hand.
He suddenly let out a loud laugh, and only after a while did he take a deep breath and say, "Michael, I’ve still lost in the end. It is not fair, I don’t deserve this."
"Accept your defeat, Christian," Michael replied.
"Yes, no matter what, I suppose I should accept that I’ve lost," said Christian.
Christian shifted his attention from Michael towards Wendy.
By now Wendy had run into the hall, followed by Evan.
Wendy stood next to Michael and looked him over thoroughly. She saw bruises and injuries on his face and asked, "Are you alright?"
"I’m fine, still hanging on." Michael tossed the gun that he was holding to Evan.
He did not plan to kill Christian.
It was not because he was compassionate, but the fact that Christian was a drug lord meant that he should be subjected to the law.
"I lost, I accept my defeat." Christian saw Michael pass the gun to Evan and knew what that meant.
The next second, Christian quickly ran to the side.
By the time Wendy reacted, Christian was holding a fruit knife. He quickly raised his hand, aiming for his own artery.
That’s right, Christian tried to kill himself.
He had lost with no chance of turning things around. What awaited him was only a death sentence.
Christian, who had tried to reach the top all his life, wasn’t willing to die in prison.
If he wanted to die, it would be up to him to end it.
Unfortunately, he was still a step too late.
Evan’s bullet pierced through the arm that held on to the knife. The pain from the hit forced Christian to drop the knife from his hand, but he didn’t cry out in pain.
Evan’s men immediately moved forward and cuffed him.
"Trying to end your life? I will not let that happen," Evan said. "Cooperate with us in the investigation."
"It is fine if I am not allowed to die, I could survive a few more days. However, if you want me to cooperate with you, dream on!" said Christian.
"You guys can try all those interrogation methods and torture me and see if I will survive them."
Christian had come this far and suffered hardships that no one could imagine. He had decided that he would not betray the organization. No matter what means they used, Christian would not sell them out.
"We should give it a go then," said Evan. He signaled for his men to escort Christian to the car.
"Wait," said Christian. He took a deep breath and stood his ground. He then looked at Wendy, his eyes gentle and warm.
Wendy was unaccustomed to the Christian that behaved as such.
Christian’s tone was gentle, with a smile on his face he said, "Wendy, I would like to ask you a question, and it will probably be the last question I ever ask you in this life..."
