A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel
Chapter 104

Chapter 104 Failure

"Rocky, it seems the Zimmerman family has called the police. I heard from some guys that they are setting up checkpoints at the airports and train stations. Should we change our location? It'll be problematic if they discover our whereabouts."

Rocky didn't respond at once.

Next to Finnegan's old residence was Josephine's house. A hoodlum hurriedly entered the building, whose power had been cut off long ago.

Rocky emerged from the darkness. "The Zimmerman family contacting the police is within my expectation. Still, it doesn't matter. By the time they think of looking here, we would've long completed our tasks. Besides, they may not even replace this place!"

"Rocky, have you heard from that Mr. Chomsky?"

Rocky glanced at his watch and said, "He wants Finnegan to cure his son, so I gave him some more time. He should contact me soon."

A menacing look flashed across his eyes as he spoke. "Once we lure Finnegan here and eliminate him, we'll do away with his parents, then let the boys have some fun with his sister. His entire family will pay for my brother's death!"

The lackey instantly grew visibly excited. "I've seen pictures of Finnegan's sister. She's quite pretty."

"You'll be able to lay your hands on her soon." Rocky patted his subordinate's shoulder. "But for now, we must remain vigilant. Instruct the others to shoot Finnegan on sight as soon as he shows up!"

Having witnessed Finnegan's combat skills, Rocky knew even a dozen ordinary men wouldn't be his match.

Unfortunately, he couldn't mobilize more men at that moment, so he gathered ten of his most trusted subordinates and spent a hefty amount to purchase some firearms.

Rocky planned to shoot Finnegan to death with a hail of bullets the moment the latter appeared, ensuring he had no chance to retaliate.

The lackey nodded and turned around. "I'll tell the others right away."

Thud!

The second he spun on his heels, he abruptly froze, and a faint scent of blood permeated the air as an arrow pierced his chest.

Behind him, Rocky inquired, "Hey, why did you stop?"

The next moment, the lackey fell backward without a sound.

Rocky hastily moved forward to support his subordinate, and under the dim light filtering in from outside, he noticed the arrow sticking out from the lackey's chest.

His facial expression changed drastically as he sensed imminent danger. "Be careful! There's-"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Just as he was about to warn his subordinates outside, incessant gunshots rang out, interrupting him.

One of the lackeys shouted anxiously, "Rocky, we're under attack!"

Rocky, disregarding his fallen subordinate, dashed outside at once, his face darkening. "F*ck! What's happening?"

Subsequently, they saw four figures dressed in black emerge. They seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows, each wielding a pitch-black dagger, taking cover to avoid the bullets directed at them. To Rocky's dismay, of his nine subordinates stationed outside, only five remained.

Evidently, the four black-clad a*sailants had silently taken them out.

However, now wasn't the time to dwell on that. Rocky quickly took out his gun and pointed the muzzle at one of the figures in black.

But before he could fire a shot, one of the black-clad people reacted swiftly, letting fly another arrow, which penetrated Rocky's wrist.

Rocky let out a muffled grunt as his gun clattered to the floor..

Nevertheless, he was an experienced fighter. The moment he dropped his gun, Rocky rolled back inside the house, narrowly evading another arrow aimed at him by the person in black.

"D*mn it! Who are these people? Could they be sent by Ms. Wahlstrom?" Gritting his teeth, Rocky pulled the arrow out from his wrist.

Speculating that Alisha might've sent those people, he felt utterly baffled and furious, so livid that he had. the urge to charge outside and fight his enemies head-on.

"Ahh!"

However, after hearing two of his subordinates' agonized screams, Rocky regained his composure. "No! These people are too formidable!" I had eleven armed men in my party, including ten subordinates and myself. Yet, right now, those four people in black have taken down more than half of us. This is more depressing than when Finnegan wreaked havoc in Ark that night. After all, we've equipped ourselves with guns! Don't tell me these people are invincible?

The situation was clearly spiraling out of control at that point.

Suppressing his frustration, Rocky peeked outside, only to see one of his men killed by a dagger one of the people in black had thrown.

The remaining two lackeys seemed to have run out of bullets, hiding and not daring to expose themselves.

Two of the four black-clad figures slowly approached the house.

How could this be happening? Am I going to fail before even meeting with Finnegan? While those thoughts raced through Rocky's mind, the two people in black closed in on him. Rocky clenched his teeth, swiftly making up his mind and bolting toward the window at the back of the house. "F*ck! There must've been a problem on Tristan's end. Just you wait!" Otherwise, no one would've arrived there within such a short period.

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Nevertheless, Rocky fathomed blaming Tristan was pointless at that moment as getting to safety took precedence over anything else. Taking Bernice along as a bargaining chip will only diminish my chances of escaping. Besides, I still have a good amount left from the fifty million Tyrone gave me. I can still replace another way to deal with Finnegan.

"I'll go after him!"

Right after Rocky broke the window at the back of the house and fled through it, the two black-clad. people entered. One of them wielded a dagger and was about to give chase.

However, the other person stopped him. "We were only ordered by our superior to eliminate the small fries. Someone wants that leader alive. Let's do away with the remaining two people and retreat!"

Soon, all of Rocky's subordinates were wiped out. Subsequently, the black-clad quartet left as discreetly as they had come.

If it weren't for the ten corpses lying in the courtyard, no one would've suspected they were ever there.

Within two minutes following their withdrawal, over ten police cars surrounded the area.

Romona, dressed in a police uniform, walked into the courtyard. She took in the scene before her emotionlessly as if that was an outcome she had expected. "Clean this place up and search for the hostage." A team of police officers got to work, first carrying out the ten bodies..

Two female officers then a*sisted the unconscious Bernice out of the house.

"Captain Quickwood, Ms. Zimmerman just fainted. She's not injured!"

-Romona turned around to glance at Bernice. "Her family has been notified to pick her up. Take her to the

car for now."

Meanwhile, inside a dark alley a hundred meters away, Rocky breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no one was on his tail. "I can't believe even the police got here so quickly. Luckily, I didn't bring Bernice with me as a hostage. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to escape today!"

Feeling grateful for his wise decision, Rocky cautiously moved forward, ensuring he wasn't discovered by the police officers patrolling nearby.

Not long after, he stealthily advanced another three hundred meters forward by using the houses as cover. He would be completely safe once he walked a few tens of meters more and crossed another street "Finnegan, the next time I deal with you-

However, at that moment, he suddenly felt chills traveling down his spine, and his b*dy involuntarily shuddered. What's going on? It's summer, and there isn't any chilly breeze, so why do I feel cold?

The next instant, the instinctual fear of a looming threat had him looking up at the deserted three-story villa ahead of ham

A man stood at the top of the building His face, shrouded in darkness, was indistinguishable.

Nonetheless, Rocky recognized who it was by the silhouette.

His face turned pale as a ghost instantaneously. "Finnegan!”

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The next moment, he whirled around and took flight.

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