Chapter 1612 I''s Idea


    Tom''s face had be dark and cloudy. Although his lips were curved in an apparently gentle smile,


    Bernard could see clearly through him.


    People''s expressions were always deemed as a reflection of their feelings. But he had never bothered


    about that before. He always thought that was bullshit. As a hit-man, he was expected to be


    emotionless, and that was his protective cover. But now, he had to admit that it was true.


    "Tom, I''ll do exactly what you''ve asked me to do. Please, give me some time," Bernard answered with


    strong determination as he looked into Tom''s eyes, hoping that he wouldn''t have a falling out with him.


    Bernard was worried that things would be moreplicated if Tom pushed him harder.


    Hiding a dagger behind his smile, Tom remained silent. Then after a while, he said slowly, "You know


    that I''m in no rush, but my patience has its limits. We both know how precious Rachel''s life is for you.


    Take your time."


    Tom''s words sounded like it came from a storybook, no pushing and no threatening, but it was evil


    enough to make Bernard''s hair stand on end. He could feel his heart sinking down a bottomless hole.


    Bernard knew that Tom was serious. He had to get rid of Ferry as soon as possible.


    "I''d better go. So long and take care." As if he was done visiting with an old friend for a quick chat, Tom


    turned around and immediately walked away.


    The sun had already set in the west. Bernard shuddered as he felt the chilly breeze on his face,


    bringing him back to reality.


    Tom had long gone, but Bernard could still see his dark and brooding face, and the image took up


    residence in his mind. Being upied by thoughts on what he should do next, Bernard failed to realize


    how quickly time passed by.


    Looking up at the staircase, he knew that the woman he loved was in his bedroom upstairs. Taking a


    deep breath, Bernard put his thoughts aside and ascended the stairs.


    Pushing the door lightly, he quietly walked towards the bed. Hey down on it lightly, trying his best not


    to wake Rachel up. Looking at Rachel, who was sleeping peacefully beside him, he felt a sudden


    warmth in his heart. Reaching out his hand, he gently touched her cheek and then leaned down to kiss


    her forehead. The contact between his lips and her forehead gave him a sense of security, filling his


    heart with joy. Closing his eyes, Bernard finally fell into slumber.


    The following days, Bernard went out early in the morning and returnedte at night. Rachel was still in


    her dreams when he left and had fallen asleep when he returned. As much as she was curious about


    what he was up to, Rachel didn''t dare to ask him due to the special nature of his work. She believed


    that Bernard would tell her when he felt it was necessary.


    "Rachel, I''m going out to work tonight. It''s no big deal, and I''ll be back as soon as possible." Bernard


    didn''t tell Rachel where he was headed to. Giving her a big hug, he bid her goodnight and left with the


    tools of his trade.


    When Rachel reached the conclusion that he might be working on an assassin''s mission, Bernard had


    long gone. Crossing her hands nervously, she prayed that nothing would go wrong and that her man


    woulde back unscathed.


    It would be a sleepless night for both Rachel and Bernard. Rachel had even noticed the bloodthirsty


    expression in Bernard''s eyes. Remembering that he took the ck bag with him, Rachel realized that


    his target would be hard to deal with. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat as Ferry popped up in her


    mind, causing her to tremble all over.


    It was a clear night. The moon was hanging low in the sky, shining its bright light. At the outskirts of


    town, a shadowy figure climbed over the wall and swiftly crept into a vi like a ghost.


    The vi was Ferry''s secret safe house. Leaning against a cab in the living room with a wine ss


    in his hand, he browsed through the photos in his phone''s gallery. Taking a sip of his wine, he smiled as


    he looked at a photo of him together with Holley. He was satisfied with Holley''s hard work in bed, and


    she had just left the house a moment ago. Still soaked with the sweat of her entertainment, he


    murmured, "Oh, you will never know, Holley, but both you and Sheryl will have to die."


    He hated these two women, and wouldn''t spare Holley''s life just because she had slept with him a


    couple of times. Licking his lips, he cracked a meaningful smile.


    While Ferry was enjoying his night, Bernard was upied with his mission. All he had learned about


    Ferry was that he led an underground gang. Tom had only provided him with limited information, and


    truth be told, that he had found Ferry''s house in order to break into it was already a miracle.


    "Someone is breaking in, boss!" one of Ferry''s henchmen hurried in and reported. This was obviously


    something they didn''t expect and might cost them their lives if their boss med them for their


    negligence.


    However, Ferry seemingly ignored him. Turning the wine ss in his hand, he seemed to be taking


    pleasure in its rich color.


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    Holding his breath and lowering his head to look at the floor, the henchman dared not interrupt his boss


    again.


    After a long moment of silence, Ferry finally noticed the other presence in the room. Raising his dark


    eyes, he acknowledged his henchman''s presence. "This is not a ce where peoplee and go


    freely, Juan."


    "What? I didn''t quite catch you, boss?" Juan asked, feeling the sweat now dripping down his back.


    "Are you nuts? Do you think I spent so much money on those traps just to show off?" Ferry shouted,


    raising his foot to kick Juan in his stomach out of annoyance.


    Realizing that he had just received an order, Juan nodded and stumbled out of the living room hastily,


    disregarding the pain in his stomach. He ordered over his walkie-talkie, "We have a visitor. Make sure


    all the traps are armed!"


    "Copy that, Juan!" replied one of the guards in the surveince room. They had been waiting for


    instructions even before Bernard got close to the wall. Without any dy, all the traps were activated,


    ready to take Bernard out.


    All of the henchmen had seen how their boss had designed these traps, but this was the first time they


    would see them put into use. Since a test subject had delivered himself at the gate, there was no way


    that they would kick him out before testing the traps.


    At the same time, Bernard had no idea what was going on inside. The moment he slipped into the vi,


    he felt that something was not right. It was weird that there was no staircase. Bewildered, he had


    wracked his brain to find a way upstairs. Now that he had broken into the house, leaving empty-handed


    was not his style.


    Bernard moved around the ground floor a few times, at his wits end on how to find a way to get


    upstairs. When he finally made it up, he had hardly taken a breath of relief when he triggered one of the


    traps. Although he reacted swiftly, it was toote. He had sustained an injury to one of his arms.


    Feeling exhausted, Bernard was close to copse any moment. He had been inside the house for over


    an hour now. Feeling the pain from his bleeding arm, he still couldn''t spot a single figure inside.


    Bernard turned around and went back the same way he hade without any hesitation. He thought


    he''d better get out of there before it was toote. His instincts told him that he was being watched, and


    it was a trap. But things didn''t develop as nned. Bernard was surprised, seeing four or five muscr


    men blocking his way when he reached the entrance. Apparently, they had been waiting for him all


    along. Feeling like a rat in a hole, Bernard realized that he had nowhere to run.


    "Hey, man! I''m afraid this is not a ce for you toe and go as you like!" Juan shouted in a low


    voice, his eyes glistening in the moonlight as the ruffians began to stalk their prey.


    Though not Ferry''s right-hand man, Juan had worked for him for years. Building his reputation among


    other henchmen through his own abilities, he had been able to earn their respect as a leader.


    But tonight, Ferry had med and kicked him because of this reckless intruder. Feeling humiliated,


    Juan decided to beat this man to a pulp to vent his own anger.


    However, Bernard stared at them emotionlessly, with no intention of shrinking back from the fight. He


    had lived this hard life for as long as he could remember. Slowly taking out a knife from his bag, he ran


    straight towards his enemies.


    Smirking at Bernard''s stubbornness, Juan instructed his men to fight. Soon, they were all writhing


    against each other, none wanting to admit defeat.


    Although Bernard was a well-trained hit-man, he only had two fists. Juan''s group gained the upper


    hand by sheer numbers, beating Bernard in no time.


    Understanding that his life would be in danger if he stayed any longer, Bernard waved his arm


    desperately, his knife cutting through the air and causing his opponents to step back. He then took his


    chance to dash to freedom.


    Gathering all of his remaining strength, Bernard ran as fast as he could, wrestling the wind as he went.


    Holding his breath, he hid in a tangled clump of wild grasses. Juan and his men came and went, until


    finally, the night was dead silent again.


    Lying motionless on his stomach, Bernard was overtaken by exhaustion. He was badly hurt, but that


    was nothing whenpared to having kept his own life. It was almost dawn when he finally got the


    strength to stand up from the ground. The ce he had hidden in was quite a distance from Ferry''s


    house. Bernard cast a nce at it before stumbling away. He had spent the whole night there and had


    even bled all over, but he had never caught so much as a glimpse of Ferry. Clenching his hands into


    fists resentfully, Bernard med himself for hisck of capacity.


    On the other side of town, Sheryl was discharged from the hospital early the following morning.


    Understanding that Sheryl would spend the rest of her day in the hospital, near Charles, if she didn''t


    force her to go, I insisted that Sheryl should go to work instead.


    For sure, Melissa and Le would stay at the hospital as long as Charles was still there. They would


    certainly try their best to bother Sheryl. I didn''t want her best friend to go through that, so she would


    rather have her at Cloud Advertising Company.


    Even though these two women could do nothing but rattle around Sheryl''s ears, I was afraid that


    Sheryl would take their words personally and be downtrodden.


    At the same time, I was well aware that Sheryl was unable to concentrate on her work, so she made


    other arrangements.


    She asked Cassie to keep an eye on Melissa and Le. As soon as they left the hospital, Cassie would


    call I to bring Sheryl over to spend some time with Charles.


    Despite knowing that this idea might require lots of effort, I would rather go to this trouble than let


    Sheryl stand toe-to-toe with these two shameless women. Heaven only knew what they would say or


    do next!