Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 959 A Ballpoint Pen

Castiel was infuriated beyond belief. He hadn't expected the special police would dare to shoot while they still had the hostages.

Surprisingly, Roddy remained very calm. He quickly shouted, “Don't harm the hostages! The one who did it isn't with the special police. Everyone stay calm!”

Roddy knew it was Donald who took action, not the special police team.

Donald might not care about the fate of the hostages, but the special police team certainly would.

Therefore, as long as the team of villains had hostages in their hands, their only opponent would only be Donald.

On the contrary, if they no longer have any hostages, they were certainly doomed.

“Break through the fence. Let's head for the hills!” ordered Roddy.

Right next to the airport was a mountain.

Given the latest condition of the car, there was no way they could make a getaway in it.

The only way for them to survive now was to hide in the mountains and call for reinforcements from the organization.

Castiel was struggling to control the car with a blown tire, barely managing to drive it to the side of the mountainous area.

The moment he parked the car, a ballpoint pen suddenly flew in from outside the window, embedding itself directly into Castiel's temple.

Castiel never figured out who killed him, even until his death.

“Quick, get out of the car!” Roddy pushed open the car door, his head lowered as he exited the vehicle, and dashed into the forest at an incredibly fast pace.

It was because he knew that all of that was Donald's doing. As such, he tried his best to stay out of Donald's sight after he got out of the car.

As long as Donald couldn't see Roddy, he wouldn't be able to kill the latter.

Roddy's idea was brilliant, and indeed, his clever maneuver saved him.

Sadly, Benson wasn't so lucky.

He had just stepped out of the car when the ballpoint pen started moving again.

A moment later, it pierced Benson's right calf at an incredibly fast speed before gutting him. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Benson let out a chilling scream.

The hostage he was holding also took that opportunity to escape while screaming.

“Oh my god! What kind of demon are we facing?” Kayvon, who had escaped into the woods, stared at

Benson in disbelief.

At that moment, Benson was lying on the ground, still struggling relentlessly.

Though his stomach slashed open, he did not die immediately.

He could feel the air, mixed with dirt particles, entering his abdomen. He could also sense his life slowly ebbing away at that very moment.

The ballpoint pen hung over Benson's head sinisterly.

With all his might, Benson tried to lift his pistol to aim at the ballpoint pen. In the next second, the pen dropped, piercing straight through Benson's forehead.

“Take the hostages. Let's go.” Seeing Benson's tragic death, Roddy scowled.

Even back on the airplane, he could already sense that Donald was not like most people.

At that time, Roddy simply thought of Donald as a low-level Stella Warrior, someone he could handle.

However, it was obvious to him then that Donald was a high-level Stella Warrior who could manipulate objects with his mind.

As such, he theorized that Donald might have already reached either Unnerved Realm or even Manipulator Realm.

He further speculated that the reason Donald didn't make a move on the plane was entirely out of

consideration for the lives of the other passengers.

If his team had previously installed something like a bomb on the plane, acting hastily could potentially trigger an air disaster.

Donald might be formidable, but even self-preservation became a challenge at ten thousand meters in the air, let alone protecting others.

After realizing that, Roddy walked deeper into the mountainous area while making a distress call to his organization.

“Hello?” A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Axel, it's Roddy!” Roddy said agitatedly. “We've run into some trouble in Yorksland. Right now, a high- level Stella Warrior is after us. You need to bring people to rescue us right away! As long as you can save us, you can have two-thirds of all the money we make this time!”

In order to survive, Roddy couldn't afford to care about anything else.