Chapter 912

When the elevator doors opened on the 23rd floor, Frederick was greeted by the sight of Lance lying motionless in a pool of blood.

A gaping hole was torn through Lance’s chest, and he had passed away.

Frederick sighed as he gently closed Lance’s eyes.

He couldn’t do anything, even with his unmatched medical skills. After all, he didn’t possess the power to bring the dead back to life.

Downstairs, Jorge and the others had just arrived. As they rushed into the apartment, they were stunned by the scene before them.

Blood was everywhere, bullet casings were scattered on the floor, and dozens of law enforcers were lying around.

Jorge snapped back to reality moments later, shouting, “Hurry! Call an ambulance!”

“We... We don’t need it...” one of the injured law enforcers muttered weakly.

Jorge looked at him and saw a bullet wound in the man’s chest.

“Now’s not the time to act tough! You’ve got a bullet in your chest!” Jorge scolded sternly.

“Sir, we’re really fine.”

“Yeah, that