Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 199 It Was Jarrett

Without a moment to catch his breath, Callahan hurried back with the remaining four of his comrades, hoping to find survivors among the rest.

Quickly, he let out a small sigh of relief. They were all wearing bulletproof vests, so unless they were shot in the head, their injuries were relatively minor. Indeed, he managed to find his comrades who were still alive.

Even then, out of the fourteen people under Callahan's command, only seven remained. The mortality rate of fifty percent was clear evidence of the brutality of his line of work. Having seen the hardships they had just gone through, Jarrett generously sent over their payment.

Callahan's men, supporting each other, left the area, leaving only Callahan behind. He was covered in blood, wearily looking at Jarrett and his, who were virtually unscathed.

"Even though I felt somewhat used, I still need to express my gratitude to you. Please, you must eliminate that b*stard, Sterling. He's responsible for the deaths of my seven comrades!"

With a serious expression, Jarrett assured, "Don't worry. This is the last you've seen of him."

Callahan cast a deep gaze into the depths of the cave, then asked, "Can I know what's really in there? If it's just the K virus, then Sterling's reaction doesn't make sense."

"If curiosity is what drives you, remember that it killed the cat. If you're thinking of trading this information for money, well... the outcome will only be tragic."

Calista walked out with a smile, clad in black and her hair tied in a ponytail. She appeared formidable yet fragile, her delicate features making her look like a stunning statue. Yet, her gaze was akin to that of the Grim Reaper, carrying a subtle yet undeniable hint of murderous intent.

"I understand now..." Callahan's lips had turned a bit pale as he quickly walked out. From that day forward, he would never underestimate any girl who looked frail.

Blood stains marred Calista's face, though it was unclear when they had splattered there. Against her skin, as white and smooth as snow, they made for a gruesome sight.

hostile. Particularly

up to wipe her face. Accidentally, her fingers smeared the blood on her cheek, creating a startling contrast. The vivid hue of blood made her face stunningly beautiful in that moment. Jarrett found his breath growing somewhat ragged. He reached for his cigarette case, only to realize

at her hand and flashed a smile. "Oh, it

slowly unveiled, almost causing Jarrett to

check if Sterling is dead

Derek: We can now gather all of the Fairchild family's forces

the significant mobilization

all members of the Fairchild family in Corleon had to seek approval

the news

so many

was to worry if

thought, Kallum approved it and gave his

in her position; we're heading there

nodded.

imagined that

was ashen, a picture of utter despair. One misstep had led to a lifetime of regret. He never anticipated that a single moment of negligence would land him

could finish his words, Waylon staggered a few steps before dying on the

the only sound being the fearful breaths that felt

was blocked, and ahead lay a laboratory teeming with viruses. The first person who ventured in rushed out in