Chapter 11
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"Do you want to die, brat? Do you think you can fight a hundred men? You'll die a horrible death today!" Elijah roared, tearing off his coat to reveal his muscular build.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Over a hundred men behind Elijah charged fiercely at Jonathan.
Jonathan just looked up at the sky, where a crescent moon hung, and muttered, "The Roberts family is seeking death."
Meanwhile, several men armed with weapons rushed toward Jonathan.
But before they could get close, shadows flashed, and members of the Thunderbolt Squad intercepted them.
Elijah's men were kicked away by a powerful force. They flew tens of meters through the air and crashed into their comrades, knocking dozens to the ground.
Seeing this, everyone charging at Jonathan froze.
Just two Thunderbolt Squad members had effortlessly taken down two dozen men!
Their uniforms fluttered in the night wind. Their killing intent was almost tangible, filling the air with a menacing aura.
Even Elijah was scared by this sight, but he forced himself to remain calm. "Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
The two Thunderbolt Squad members showed no emotion as they drew their knives from their belts and met the thugs head-on with ruthless efficiency.
The thugs fell like weeds being cut down by a lawnmower.
Some were even sent flying and landed on nearby trees and car roofs.
"This can't be happening! This is impossible!" Elijah watched his men being knocked down. He was unable to hide his fear.
He had never seen such combat skills before.
His men were professionally trained fighters, yet they were utterly powerless.
These people with Jonathan must be top-tier experts who had undergone rigorous military training.
Swish! A cold gleam flashed! Before Elijah could react, one of the Thunderbolt Squad members pierced through the crowd.
Those thugs in front of Elijah couldn't resist at all and fell to the ground clutching their bleeding necks.
In an instant, a knife was pressed against Elijah's throat.
The blade shimmered in the moonlight, drawing blood from Elijah's neck.
"Don't move! Or I'll slit your throat," the squad member holding Elijah said coldly.
Plink! Sweat dripped from Elijah's forehead as he swallowed hard. He trembled from the pain in his neck.
By now, the remaining thugs were either subdued by the Thunderbolt Squad or too terrified to move on the ground.
Jonathan stepped forward, each step echoing like the toll of a death bell. He finally stood before Elijah.
"Your family head is Vincent, right?" Jonathan asked slowly, with silence all around. He raised his hand and threw the paralyzed Michael in front of Elijah. "Go back and tell him that Michael is with me. You can use any means to save him, your money, connections, and the underground criminal forces your family is proud of, but I'm only giving you seven days. After seven days, I'll send Michael to hell."
With that, Jonathan dragged the paralyzed Michael away.
"Uncle, save me! Save me!" Michael cried out.
However, Elijah couldn't move. He could only watch helplessly as his nephew was dragged off like a dead dog.
When the jeep carrying Jonathan and Michael disappeared, Elijah gasped for breath.
Even after ten minutes, Elijah was still in shock. When Jonathan spoke just now, he even felt the threat of death.
"Who is this guy?" He had experienced the ways of the world and knew many people, so he recognized the combat technique used by the Thunderbolt Squad. It was Krav Maga, used by the Novaria military to train Navy Secret Special Forces. 'Is Jonathan from the military? If so, the Roberts family is in big trouble!'
"Boss, should we still save your nephew? Those guys are not ordinary people. I'm afraid we might not be able to save him after seven days," one of Elijah's men asked.
Furious, Elijah clenched his fists and nodded, "We must save him! This is Yonderville! It's our territory! No matter how powerful he is, we have our own connections too! Take me back now! I must report this to Vincent!"
'Jonathan and his men are top-tier military-trained fighters. They're not to be trifled with. I must tell Vincent to be fully prepared.'
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At the same time, Olivia burst out of the vehicle and ran into the villa. The floor was covered with blood.
She didn't stop until she reached the door of the operating room, where Ruby lay asleep.
She covered her mouth, and her tear-filled eyes were focused only on her daughter. "Ruby, Mommy is back. Don't be afraid. Mommy will save you!"
The medical team treating Ruby wasn't affected, but seeing Olivia covered in blood, another medical team waiting at the door, as requested by Jonathan, was shocked.
'Is this Mrs. Parker? How did she manage to hold on with such severe injuries? It's a miracle!'
As the team wondered, Olivia suddenly collapsed in the doorway.
The lead doctor, Thomas Martinez, immediately shouted, "She's losing too much blood. Quick, arrange for emergency treatment!"
Olivia was quickly helped up and moved to the makeshift ICU, where the team started treating her wounds.
When the lead doctor cut open Olivia's clothes, the terrifying bullet wounds surprised everyone.
Olivia's wounds were far more severe than they had initially thought.
"She's losing blood rapidly. We must operate immediately!" The doctor frowned. "Prepare the ventilator."
As the doctor was about to place the oxygen mask on Olivia's face, she gently pushed it away. "Doctor, I'm fine. Save Ruby first."
"Mrs. Parker, don't worry. We have two medical teams," the doctor reassured her.
"But my husband Jonathan is still outside..." Olivia said weakly. "He hasn't returned yet. He's in danger. Don't mind me. Save him first. Ruby can't lose her father..."
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