He kept pacing back and forth on the rooftop, his eyes fixed on the spot where Kayden Scott had just been. His wife’s words echoed in his mind: And do you know what pathetic excuse he gave me? He claimed he was saving me, taking a bullet for me.
Catch a bullet! Enoch Bernard couldn’t shake the thought. Sure, he’d seen it on TV-people catching bullets-but that’s just movies. Can someone really catch a bullet with their bare hands in real life?
Hard to imagine, but Enoch Bernard believed it anyway.
That man wasn’t someone you could explain with logic! He must have sensed the danger and caught the bullet with his hand. Then, from so far away, he threw that very bullet into Poison Wolf’s eyes.
Yeah, that’s it!
Even Enoch Bernard was stunned by his own conclusion.
His mind raced-sure, maybe catching a bullet is possible, but throwing it back at that distance? Really? But this is the War God! Seclela’s War God, the one who held the country’s borders for three years with nothing but a broken blade. If anyone could pull off something impossible, it’s him.
After going over it for what felt like forever, Enoch squinted and finally muttered, “That bullet that hit the Wolf-it came from his own gun.”
The moment he said that, everyone around him was in disbelief, as if they’d misheard or Enoch had misspoken.
One of the men investigating Poison Wolf spoke up quickly, “Commander, that’s impossible. Once a bullet’s fired, there’s no way to use it again! Even if you put it back in the gun, it’s just not possible…”
“Who said it came from a gun?” Enoch interrupted firmly.
That response only left everyone more confused. If it didn’t come from a gun, then where? How else could you shoot a bullet through someone’s skull? Impossible! Anyone with common sense knew that.
An old soldier, half-joking, said, “Commander, are you saying the bullet flew out of his hand?”
As soon as those words left his mouth, the entire crowd went silent.
What was supposed to be a joke left no one laughing. In fact, the smiles on their faces froze. They were starting to understand something… something terrifying. The more they thought about it, the scarier it became.
No wonder Enoch had been staring at that spot for so long. He must have figured it out.
After a long pause, Enoch finally said calmly, “Maybe nobody else can do it, but he’s Seclela’s War God!”
With that, his posture straightened, his whole being filled with reverence. As a Seclela native, who didn’t worship their hero? The Defender of the South was the pride of Seclela, a legend in the hearts of its people.
His deeds deserved to be sung and celebrated across the land!
The old soldier frowned and said, “Commander, is he really that powerful? Even if he is, this is Poison Wolf-he’s famous in the mercenary world. They say of the hundreds of people he’s killed, none ever needed a second shot.”
“Watch your mouth!” Enoch’s face darkened, and he snapped, “Do you dare doubt the War God? That Poison Wolf? He’s nothing! Even a million mercenaries tremble at the mention of the War God’s name. That rat doesn’t even register!”
The old soldier didn’t dare say another word. He immediately fell silent.
Kayden Scott kept crawling through the streets. Someone was trying to assassinate him. On Seclela soil, no less!
Things were getting interesting.
Back in the war zone, people had tried this same dumb tactic on him. And what happened? Same as always! Even at only 30% of his strength, there’s no way a guy with a gun could take him out.
If some random gunman could kill him, he’d have been riddled with holes by now!
Of course, he knew the guy they just sent was only a test. The real players behind this were definitely that Hellblazer group! They just couldn’t resist making a move.
They’d probably been watching him for a while, waiting for the right moment. Now that they were making their move, they were clearly trying to see how much of his strength he’d regained. Well, Kayden Scott had a surprise in store for them.
But why didn’t they try when he’d lost his memory? Couldn’t find him?
No way! He wasn’t hiding. They must’ve known where he was. They didn’t want to strike when he didn’t know who he was-too easy, not enough glory. Just like Damian Morgan’s master, Kameron Moreno, who made sure the whole world knew before challenging Fletcher Atkinson.
Cocky, arrogant, always flaunting their control over the game. That’s what Hellblazer was showing Kayden Scott right now. A group like that would never strike when he was vulnerable.
So, it was clear what their game was.
But whatever their motive, as long as they made a move against him, they were dead. One by one, or two by two, it didn’t matter.
He hadn’t left that guy alive because he knew that guy was just a hired hand. If he were one of Hellblazer’s actual members, he wouldn’t have chosen such a sloppy place to make a move. Hellblazer wouldn’t be so reckless as to kill in such a public spot.
That was Kayden Scott’s guess, backed by his razor-sharp instincts.
“Defender! Defender! We’ve got a serious problem!”
Suddenly, a black car screeched to a halt in front of Kayden Scott. Before the car had even fully stopped, someone shouted in a panicked voice.
Coleman Vincent stepped out of the car, his face full of worry, as if the sky was falling.
“Defender! I finally found you.” Tears welled up in Coleman’s wrinkled eyes, like he was seeing a long-lost relative, overwhelmed with emotion.
Kayden Scott frowned slightly, then reached out to steady Coleman before he could collapse. “What’s going on, old man? Stand up and talk.”
Out of all the powerful people Kayden Scott knew, Coleman Vincent was the only one he didn’t find annoying. The man had a way with people-one look and he knew exactly what to do.
“Defender, you’ve got to save Seclela’s honor. We need you to save our nation’s dignity! Please, come with me. I’ll explain on the way,” Coleman Vincent said urgently, his face full of anxiety.