The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1247

Zayn was ripped from unconsciousness by the icy water splashing across his face.

His eyes fluttered open. A group of unfamiliar figures stood around. It took a moment before the weight of the situation finally registered.

Hohenheim, the head of the Top Decision Bureau's Foreign Security Department, stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "Zayn, you're under arrest for your dealings with the Dark Syndicate."

Anger surged in Zayn's chest, sharp and hot. "Hohenheim, you bastard! Don't forget, I'm Lord Westeria!

"Without a core directive, no one has the authority to take me!"

Hohenheim raised an official warrant slowly, almost tauntingly. "Zayn, you know the rules. The Top Decision Bureau can act first, report later, when it comes to foreign threats.

"The evidence is irrefutable. You've been in close contact with Dark Syndicate's Snivy for ten years. That's all we need to convict you."

Zayn's laugh was bitter, mocking. He shook his head in disbelief. "You're just a department head. You think you can accuse me based on the fact that Snivy's been in my life for a decade?

"I don't know anything about Snivy's affiliation!

"And I'm not guilty of anything!

"You people are obsessed with accusations, aren't you?" Zayn's voice rose, seething with fury.

"You think you can just pin something on me? Dream on!

"Get the hell out of here!" he bellowed, his words thick with contempt.

Hohenheim's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing. "If you don't work with us, you won't like what happens next."

He motioned to two guards. "Take his gun. Restrain him. If he resists, deal with him."

Zayn's hand shot to his sidearm, drawing it in a fluid motion. He leveled the barrel at Hohenheim without hesitation.

But before he could even pull the trigger, Hohenheim barked a command.

Bang! Bang!

The gunshots rang out, sharp and unforgiving. Zayn's forehead was pierced in an instant, and his body crumpled to the floor, lifeless before he even hit the ground.

The room fell into eerie silence. No one moved, no one spoke.

Hannibal stood frozen, his mind struggling to comprehend the brutal reality before him.

Moments later, Catherine, Elliott, and Brendon arrived, their faces drained of color. They froze at the sight, eyes wide with shock, staring at Zayn's bloodied form.

Zayn, the liar, the manipulator, had met his end.

But this—no one had expected it to end like this.

Catherine, her face hidden behind a black veil, trembled uncontrollably.

Despite her bitter hatred for Zayn, she couldn't bear to witness such a brutal death.

"Bastards! I'll kill you all!" Catherine screamed. She yanked a short blade from her belt and rushed toward Hohenheim.

Hannibal's heart clenched, torn between his own grief and stopping her. He grabbed her arm with force. "Catherine, don't do it!"

"I won't! I'll kill these bastards!" Catherine's voice cracked, raw and desperate. Her words tore through the air like a whip.

Hannibal gripped her tighter, his hands firm, trying to keep her steady. "Catherine, calm down! The McKays can't crumble like this!

"Your grandfather's name—he was a man of honor. We can't ruin that now!"

The knife in Catherine's hand slipped, falling with a sharp clang against the floor. "Dad, I can't take this!

"Twenty days ago, when Snow Valley was attacked—nothing. Silence. Everyone did nothing!

"Now? Now they're all fired up like they've been juiced up on something!

"What the hell is going on, Dad?"

Hannibal's eyes clouded with helplessness. He shook his head, his throat tight with emotion. Words failed him.

Catherine stormed forward, her eyes blazing, right up to Jethro. "Mr. Quintana, didn't you make a public statement 20 days ago?

"Did you follow through on it?

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