True Love of the Heir
CSP. 33

A remote place in Moscow, Russia. It's been 6 days that Arsen has been conducting surveillance on people from black organizations and underground gangsters. They were quite cautious and vigilant as Galen had said. But that doesn't mean their tracks can't be found by Arsen.

"How, Zack?" He asked a young man who was focused on a laptop and a set of equipment.

The young man seemed to get up and showed his laptop and earphones to Arsen. "Sir, I hacked their phones. This is the history and the recording" he explained.

Zack is a top hacker who has worked under Arsen for years. Including his confidants, like Galen.

Arsen read the transaction history and phone records that Zack hacked carefully. "Good job, we're moving now."

What Arsen means by 'we' is not himself and Zack. Except with his hunting team. 2 snipers. 3 martial arts experts and himself. And 20 trained mercenaries.

"After entering the building, the two of you split off to the side of the building and monitor their movements, tell me what they're doing. Zack, you keep an eye out from here. You three come with me to hinder their cause. The rest will be surrounded outside. You understand?"

The 25 people nodded simultaneously. "Good, Captain!" they were almost at the same time.

"Our numbers are small, but I believe like before we can do this. Be careful, from my observation, they hired 3 or 4 hitmen and expert shooters. Whatever happens, don't attack from close range" Arsen instructed one last time.

"One more thing, don't shoot dead, just take them off, I want to hand them over to prison so they can feel the real pain" Arsen chanted and got up from his seat.

Then they all moved according to Arsen's orders. With great caution, they instantly attacked, ambushed and crippled the opponent in one go.

After making sure all his men defeat the guards and take the hit men hostage outside the building. Arsen entered bravely. The sound of a powerful door buzzing the two people who were in the room.

The two people stared at Arsenio alternately. Look at each other nervously. "How did he know?" swarovski whispers in Russian. The man beside her shook weakly. He also doesn't know if the dreaded Agent Ar could be here.

"It doesn't matter from where I know, the most important ... Time's Up!" arsen in Russian.

"You! How come?"

"Why can't I?" arsen replied while tilting his head to the right and smiling mockingly. The two are strangled, then point the gun at the same time to Arsen.

"That's you, Ar ... Oh, no, I should have called you Young Master Harrington. Today I will take my revenge well" Viktor hissed.

Viktor hates Arsen. 6 months ago Arsenio sneaked into his base and stole his important data also thwarted illegal transactions worth hundreds of millions. In that case, Viktor was feeling very upset. He felt betrayed, deceived and wronged. To that end, as Arsenio stood before him, he was completely enraged.

"Harrington's? Oh ... This is the greatest agent they're proud of? Well, wow, wow, unexpectedly it turns out from a noble family," continued Swarovski mocking.

Arsen clucked and looked at the gun pointed at him with a look of disdain. "Ck, tsk, tsk ... GSH-18, semi-automatic, 9mm caliber bullet, 535m/s bullet speed ... My question is, are you worth using it?"

"Damn it!" maki Swarovski, he pulled the trigger, too, but, just like Viktor. The gun he was holding was also empty.

"One against one if you dare" challenge Arsen. The two threw the empty pistol, took off their pride robes and put up an attack.

Then, the two-on-one fight was fierce. Viktor and Swarovski looked overwhelmed, breathing heavily. The forehead sweats, red fluid seeping from the temples. Their knuckles are already scarred.

Arsen wiped the sweat on his forehead. Stretch out her hands that feel numb. Viktor and Swarovski are well-balanced opponents. His left abdomen even felt pain due to Swarovski kick.

"I won't lose to you" hiss Viktor rose again. In his mounting anger, he brutally attacks Arsen. So did Swarovski. As if by hitting many times, Arsen could be finished off both.

However, Arsen was not as weak as they thought. Despite his resistance to Viktor and Swarovski's attacks, Arsen was still able to defend, fend off their attacks, dodge and attack when the opportunity arose. Up to 30 minutes later, the two were completely outplayed by Arsen's punch.

Full face bruised with serious bruises on some parts of the body. Both of them grimaced in pain. "Just calm down, you still have time to recuperate in the bars" Arsen said, wearing his leather jacket.

He wiped the red marks on his forehead and around his mouth with his hands and left there silently. After Arsen left with his team. A group of local police and soldiers who had accompanied him came and took everything.

Arsen breathed a sigh of relief. From above the rooftop, he watched as the crowd was taken away. Zack approached her and gave her a bottle of water. "Very stunning, sir," praise Zack on the edge of Arsen.

"This is the last time, Zack. I hope in the future I don't have to do this anymore. I'm tired" muttered Arsen. His whole body was in pain.

"Then, what about us in the camp, sir?" Zack asked, there was an unwilling tone in it.

"Practice as usual, I will still need you in the future. But, I really don't want to get involved in things like now."

Zack nodded. He understood what to do. "Good, Sir. May you always be happy. Don't worry leave the affairs in the camp to me. Whenever you need us, we'll come right in and carry out your orders."

"Hm, you go back with them. I can do it myself" Arsen replied with a flick of his hand. Order Zack and the others to leave the place immediately.

After that, Arsen returned to the hotel, cleaned and bandaged all his own wounds. The sky of Moscow is getting late in the afternoon, Arsen gazed at the golden sky covered by tall buildings from his bedroom window.

"What are you doing there?" ogre. He opened his phone, he saw the flat screen. For a moment of thought, should he call Nadira?

He kept weighing his phone. The screen now shows Nadira's smiling face. The photo that Arsen took secretly. Arsen smiled looking at his beautiful wife's face.

"What is this feeling, Nadira? Why do I want to see you so badly?" muttered. The feeling grew in his chest, along with a pulse of pain that crawled the body.