Chapter 135

Upon hearing what the spokesman's wife just said, Ethan would imagine the terrible shape in which the spokesman could be, his heart pounding furiously.

Without wasting any more time he burst towards the door, his feet thundering the floor.

At that moment his sight met the spokesman lay prostrate upon the ground, a pool of blood around him.

Upon seeing what was going on Ethan's intelligence kicked into operation almost immediately, and he could tell the poor fellow was still hanging in there.

"We've got to get him to the hospital, now!"

Ethan shouted, and every ounce of his voice vibrated with urgency. turning to the woman, his wild-eyed panic, he said.

"There is no use wasting any more time. Each second counts now."

Still Shaking in anger, he fell to his knees beside the spokesman to check for his pulse, so he could confirm.

"Still alive but barely. Got to hurry."