Along with the excruciating pain <b>came </b>a murderous intent that burned like wilddire in the robed man’s chest. Michael’s punch had ignited every ounce of fury within him
Meanwhile, Michael didn’t stop afternding his initial punch. Afternding, he followed up with another equally fierce punch.
This time, the robed man was ready. He dodged with a toll, picked up some loose dirt from the ground as he did, and flung it straight at Michael.
A
gust of wind carried the dirt, scattering it across Michael’s face and body. Dirt clung to hisshes <b>and </b>hair, momentarily blinding him.
The robed man let out a low, menacingugh. Seizing the opening, he lunged with a de aimed straight at Michael.
But despite being temporarily blinded, Michael relied on his heightened senses. He could track the robed man’s movements by the shift of air and the <b>faint </b>sound of his footsteps
The sound of metal hitting the ground rang out as the de fell to the floor. Michael’s iron grip mped down on the man’s wrist, holding him in ce.
“Got you”
With a sharp shake of his head, Michael got rid of the remaining dist on hisshes before slowly opening his bloodshot eyes to look at the robed man. His lips curled into a smile <b>as </b>he reached for a pair of handcuffs. In one swift motion, le clicked one cutt around the robed <b>man’s </b>left wrist.
The robed man struggled and thrashed, but Michael’s grip was unyielding. Under such circumstances, escape was impossible.
But he couldn’t just give in. He had plenty of unfinished business. Years of meticulous nning were all leading to this moment, the once–in–a–lifetime opportunity. If he missed this, he would never have another chance to find this mythical ind!
He tightened <b>his </b>jaw in desperation and raised <b>his </b>right hand.
When Michael and the surrounding agents caught sight of what the robed man <b>was </b>holding, their expressions changed instantly.
“Captain Cortez<b>, </b>watch our someone shouted.
In the robed man’s palm was thest remaining C explosive.
“Do you want to go down with me, Captain Cortez?” The robed manughed coldly, seemingly gambling at <b>this </b>one <b>chance</b>. He was betting that Michael would value his own life too much to let this end in mutual destruction and would thus let him go.
But Michael simply chuckled. He clicked the other end of the handcuff around his own wrist and, with a <b>casual </b>flick of <b>his </b>wrist, tossed the key into <b>a </b>nearby thicket. “Go ahead. Detonate it. If I can’t bring you in, I’ll dly go down with <b>you</b>,” Michael <b>said</b>, his tone steady and indifferent. He was dismissive of the threat <b>of </b>getting blown up to bits..
There was no fear in <b>his </b>expression. This un
utter disregard for his life made Michael a terrifying adversary. There <b>was </b>no weakness to exploit, no leverage to gain. The robed man’s movement faltered<b>, </b>his expression turning ugly.
Michael seemed to have read his mind and pressed, “Go on. Detonate it. Just get it over with. If not, then sit tight while I arrest you.”
The robed man’s palm was slicked with sweat. He wasn’t as fearless <b>as </b>he pretended <b>to </b>be. Deep down, he was <b>terrified</b>.
The explosive in his hand suddenly telt <b>heavier </b>than ever. He was stuck between a rock and a hard ce. However, all that ended when someone by the side shouted, “Captain Cortez, Pete Camell has escaped!”