EPISODE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SIX- FIRST DAY OF MR. VEGAS TORTURE

Julian’s POV

I followed Thomas Vegas’s and his escort's cars closely. They were driving incredibly slow like they had no destination, and it heightened my fury.

“Fucking humans.” I let out a frustrated growl.

I kept my eyes focused on the road, yet I struggled to rein in my raging thoughts. The seething anger pulsing through me prevented me from following them calmly for another minute.

However, thinking about the unwanted attention I would be attracting prevented me from taking any spontaneous actions.

I managed to hold it together until the cars slowed down into a single-track road with a cliff by the side. The dead-end of this road was Mr. Vegas’s estate.

I pulled out my gun and shot the nearby CCTVs before I aimed for the car's tires ahead of me.

As the shots rang out, loud screams, and the screeching of tires filled the air.

I observed with overwhelming contentment as the car shifted from the road, heading towards the cliff.

A millisecond later, I heard a loud crash