The Top Score That Brought The Army Chapter 05

The Top Score That Brought The Army Chapter 05

Once the blackclad operatives touched down from the helicopters, they fanned out swiftly, splitting into

several teams to search every car parked near the school gates.

Their sharp, fluid movements made it plain they were highly trained.

They were clearly hunting for someone.

Asher sat in the back seat, frowning out the window before casting a glance toward the trunk.

I was passed out in there, loosely hidden under a spare blanket.

His fingers tapped against his knee, betraying his rising tension.

“Why does this have to happen right now?”

He composed himself and rolled down the window, putting on the effortless composure fitting for the

Blackwood heir.

He called out to the nearest bodyguard. “I’m with the Blackwoods. Whoever’s operation this is, give me a

break and let us through. I have urgent business.”

He paused, adding a smooth note of confidence. “I’ll make it worth your while later.”

In this city, the Blackwood name carried weight. Both legitimate businesses and underground syndicates

gave them a wide berth.

He was certain that hearing the name would earn him an immediate pass.

Yet the blackclad operative before him didn’t so much as blink.

He stepped closer, his expression deadpan, and motioned for Asher to step out.

“Whoever you are, step out. Open the trunk for inspection if you want to leave.”

Asher froze, the confident smirk stiffening on his face.

The henchmen beside him grew anxious, whispering under their breath.

“Mr. Blackwood, what do we do? If they search, they’ll find her.”

Asher’s face darkened.

“They’ve got some nerve to slight the Blackwoods.” He snapped a cold order. “Floor it. Drive through. Let’s

see who dares to stop us!”

The driver hesitated for a fraction of a second before a sharp glare from Asher forced his foot down on the

The car barely moved before the operatives raised their weapons.

A few heavy thuds echoed through the air as precise shots tore through all four tires.

The vehicle lurched violently, jolting to a halt as the front bumper slammed into the curb.

Asher pitched forward, his forehead slamming into the seat ahead of him with a dull thud that made him

gasp in pain.

He shoved the door open and stepped out, his face pale with fury as he yelled at the operatives pointing their weapons at him.

“You’ve got some nerve! Do you have any idea who the Blackwoods are?”

“You’ll pay for going against my family! Get your boss out here to talk to me!” Yet the dark muzzles remained completely still, locked onto him.

Before Asher could say another word, the main helicopter’s door swung open.

A man stepped down the ladder, his dark trench coat snapping in the wind.

The moment Asher recognized his face, a wave of ice rushed through his veins.

The man looked at Asher and spoke in a steady, measured voice-a single sentence that left Asher drenched in cold sweat.

“Big shots, the Blackwood family. So, what are you gonna do to put me in my place?”