In a villa on Jersus Hill, Seamus and his family were about to head out. He was flanked by his wife, son, and parents.
He told them, “Wait here. I'll drive the car out of the garage.”
Without warning, a rumble of the engine pierced the air. A few Jeeps with military plates screeched to a halt in front of the Valeman residence.
Seamus and his family halted in their tracks, utterly surprised.
A middle-aged man clad in his military uniform stepped out of the vehicle.
The man was tall, and his eyes were red. However, his skin was as pale as a corpse. Even his lips were drained of color.
He resembled a walking corpse. It was daytime, but he looked really scary.
This man was none other than Brayion.
Brayion was dressed in a military uniform. Thirty of his men emerged from the rest of the vehicles.
His men were also clad in military
uniforms.
It turned out that Brayion and his subordinates had worn military uniforms and used fake military license plates to conceal their identities. They were masquerading as soldiers.
Without hesitation, Brayion's men surrounded Seamus and his family.
Assuming the “soldiers” had shown up under Nathan's order, Seamus went pale. Flustered, he demanded, “Who are you? What are you doing at my house?”
Brayion flashed a menacing smile. He growled, “I'm here on orders to arrest you. Please get into the car and leave with us.”
Hearing that, Seamus jolted in fright. “Who gave you that order? I'm the person in charge of the Royal Medical Department in the White House. Mr. Holmes, a Cabinet member, is a friend of mine. How dare you arrest me?”
Brayion sneered, “Don't challenge my patience. If you refuse to get into the car, I'll kill you right here. It's the same if I return with your bodies.”
What?
Seamus and his family were stunned.
Brayion added frostily, “Are you coming or not?”
Seamus still assumed they were acting under Nathan's order. His expression grim, he was about to cave in when another convoy of vehicles arrived.
Rumble!
Over ten black SUVs screeched to a halt before them.
Seamus and his family gaped in shock.
Brayion and his men, on the other hand, were frowning. Under Colin's lead, dozens of armed soldiers clad in black uniforms emerged from the vehicles.
Funnily, Brayion and his men were masquerading as soldiers to hide their identities.
Colin and his men, however, didn’t wear military uniforms, as they were trying to keep a low profile. They were wearing black helmets and black uniforms.
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