For a former soldier in the Department of Defense, David Foster looked completely unprofessional. Bringing personal problems to the point of sacrificing many people was nothing to be proud of."What is the problem that makes you hate Jack Reeves? Hasn't he been a good boss all along?"David snorted, then burst out laughing. However, the laughter quickly stopped. His face turned furious."Ever since the new president took down the old Minister of Defense and replaced him with Jayden Kingston, I had to be transferred to the FBI in Portland for not supporting that old bastard," David said before growling.Nathan looked at the man in surprise. "What does that have to do with Jack Reeves?""You still asking? I should be the head special agent, not him! I'm a very experienced special agent, so that position should be mine! Not some snotty kid like him!" David shouted angrily.Nathan raised one eyebrow. He snorted as he folded his arms across his chest. "Seriously? Just because of that?"The
Nathan Wilson used to be a soldier working under the Ministry of Defense directly. He and David Foster worked in the Pentagon building. They often became partners to complete tasks.The two of them were the mainstay of the team and were often dubbed as the Pentagon's tiger duo. Both were smart and strong. Good at reading enemy strategy. David even tattooed a pentagon on his middle finger. The man thought that being a member of the Pentagon was an honor in itself.But everything must end, when there was a project that went against Nathan's human conscience. This was not the case with David. He brutally attacked innocent civilians just to make his country proud.At that moment, Nathan decided to resign. He was a soldier, but his purpose was to protect civilians. Not to slaughter citizens of other countries caused by his own country's dark propaganda."Looks like he's dead. I'm pretty sure my bullet hit his heart," someone said.Nathan held his breath as much as possible to avoid being c
Elena was focused on looking at Greenlake's annual financial report when suddenly a message from an unfamiliar number landed on her cell phone.She frowned. The number seemed familiar, but who did it belong to?Out of curiosity, she opened the message without thinking. It was a photo. "What is this?" She muttered in confusion.A photo of a shabby paper with lots of dots and lines. There was the word "emergency" at the bottom of the paper. Her hand pressed the sender's number to make a call. Did she recognize the sender?The number was inactive."Honey!" she shouted loudly. She felt that the photo was not meant for her. "Honey, come here for a second!"She knew her screams echoed outside the apartment, but she didn't care. There were footsteps and the sound of a door sliding from the balcony."What's wrong? Why are you shouting like that?" her husband asked as he approached her."What's wrong? Is everything okay?" Freya asked with rounded eyes from her bedroom door. She was holding he
Brad immediately raised both hands when a 32 caliber Bettle Army pistol was pointed at him. As much as possible, he put on a terrified expression while repeatedly looking at the muzzle of the gun."Dad, don't scare him! Look at him scared now. He's an artist manager, not a cop," Jennifer snapped, spreading her arms in front of Brad as if to protect him.Alex Harris, a man whose hair had started to fill with gray, looked at Brad with narrowed eyes suspiciously."Are you sure he's not an undercover cop? He's as big as the agent who got shot," the man railed with eyes as sharp as a hawk."Sorry, sir. I got this body from the gym. I've never held a gun of any kind," Brad replied in a slightly shaky voice.Gosh, he really was like a famous Hollywood actor. Moreover, his face was sweaty, further supporting his acting. Not because of fear, but because it was hot."See? He doesn't know anything, dad. I told you that the bodyguard is actually an FBI agent. In the entertainment industry, it's c
What saved Nathan and Brad when the gunshot rang out was their excellent reflexes.Before the bullet pierced the windshield of Jennifer's car, they saw a gun through the slightly open window and aimed at them.Both were experienced in the field in dealing with various criminals. Both had been intelligence officers although they worked for different agencies and companies."I should have borrowed Jack's car when I got back from Paris," Nathan grumbled as he readied his Glock 17."Agreed. This car looks fancy but it's a piece of junk. It's only been hit by one bullet and it's already cracked," Brad retorted irritably.They were both still ducking their heads as they surveyed the rundown house. Nathan immediately took his hand out of the open window and fired when the muzzle of the gun came back into view.Once, twice, the shot missed. Until the third time, there was a cry of pain."I don't think they're very good shooters," Brad muttered with his eyes on the building.They waited for th
"How could you think like that?" Jack asked with a very curious look on his face.Elena shrugged her shoulders. It was nothing new to her."Did you forget that I lived for decades with Matthew Patt? I've also seen a few action movies where there's dark or covert propaganda, complete with intrigue and politics. Sometimes, screenwriters or authors deliberately include true stories with a specific purpose, but people will think that it's all fiction.""Wow! You really deserve to be the leader of Greenlake. I wouldn't be surprised if Alan is actually just your pawn, while you are the controller behind the scenes," her husband exclaimed in amazement.She let out a long sigh. "I didn't really want this life. Being a tycoon is not as glamorous as it seems. If I could choose, I'd rather be a simple person who never has to deal with such things.""You're right. But this is our life. Many enemies lurk, and we must remain vigilant. There is something to cover up with these cases. You know, Matth