"Who the hell are you?! Where'd you come from?!" The gate guards shouted as they saw a group of strangers charging straight toward the compound.
Thud! Thud!
Two muffled impacts rang out. The guards were sent flying, crashing to the ground unconscious before they even realized what hit them.
No one in Ethan's group spared them a glance. They stormed through the gate without slowing down.
Within moments, a squad of Enhanced enforcers spotted the commotion and rushed over.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, causing trouble in the compound?! You got a death wish?!" the squad leader barked.
Before he could finish the sentence, a machete flashed through the air—clean and fast.
Shunk!
The blade punched straight through his neck, pinning him to the wall behind him with brutal force. Blood sprayed across the concrete.
Ethan didn't even blink.
He was in full-blown rage mode now. Anyone who got in his way was asking to die.
