Chapter 92

Having his hands locked to the side by Emily's legs and having his neck chocked using triangle chock technique made oxygen supply be cut off to his brain.

'Shit!, If this continues then I'll fall unconscious within 20 seconds' thought the black haired boy as he tried to get away from this entanglement only to fail miserably.

Just as he was struggling the boy's palm was able to touch Emily's calf. 'Now is my chance!' thought the boy as he yet again activated his bloodline and grabbed Emily's calf and held onto it tightly.

"Argh...." Emily shouted in pain but refused to let go of her grip. The smell of charred flesh permeated inside the trash room which was only able to be smelt by Emily and the boy.

Despite the lightning emitted from the boy's palm creating a huge burn wound on Emily her grip remained tight and this caused the boy's face to become pale blue in colour due to lack of oxygen and he crumbled down to the floor and fell unconscious.

Emily held onto her calf and saw the flesh around her calf muscles charred and dangling out causing her too much pain that walking normally became a problem for her.

"Now!!" the guards who stood outside shouted as they attacked with full force and pinned her to the floor in no time. The guards however had little to no interest in helping the unconscious boy and just dragged the woman back to the servant quarters to make her look presentable before the prince.

After the guards had left, a man wearing a silver mask walked inside the room. He had previously watched the fight with interest, especially at the boy's bloodline ability. "Lightning bloodline!! an A grade bloodline which helped the user in enhancing both their speed and sharpness of their attack. It also has destructive properties which could cause huge damage to their opponents. I am surprised that a kid like this was even allowed to discontinue early from the academy after all if the kid was properly trained he would be a powerhouse in the future. Huh!! as expected of big academies and their prejudice against commoners.

In their mind they only feel that men of noble background should possess such power and even if a commoner possessed such talent they would try their best to suppress them. This is especially so for Academies like Red suns" Faceless exasperated as he lifted the unconscious kid and threw him over his shoulders like a potato sack before quietly walking away from the trash room. From the start till end no one paid any heed to the dead cleaner and he was left lying dead on the floor filled with excretion and wastes.

Unfortunately this was the scenario for most people who had poor background and no one remotely even tried to change such practice and even encouraged the habit of strong devouring the weak.

Meanwhile within Sean's dream things had finally started to heat up with him starting the truck and in a reckless abandon charging forward towards the militants guarding the warehouse.

Boxes stored inside the warehouse were toppled and bashed away and the militants had shock written all over their faces while looking at the charging truck. Most tried to get away from the path while one alone had a crazy smile plastered to his face and stood straight on the path, lifted his Ak and pressed the trigger.

The bullets sprayed against the truck's bonnet and windshield, aiming for its engine and some for Sean with intent to kill or destroy the truck. Sean did not back away from this blatant challenge. He jammed the accelerator and swerved the truck at maximum possible speed and ran over the militants who couldn't get away in time including the crazy ass motherfucker who was shooting despite the situation.

Blood splattered across the floor as Sean hit the militants first to sent them flying before running them over making the truck wobble and almost lose its balance. Without any intent to stop Sean pressed forward and burst out of the warehouse, unscathed, despite shots being fired from the both sides of the entrance. This had happened so fast that the guards at the front did not have time to relay the news to the militants in the barracks and that was what Sean wanted.

Frequent gun shots and shouts were quite common on a terrorist base like this and wouldn't garner too much attention. However, now, out in open with guns pointed against him and shots being fired at frequent intervals it would be idiotic if a terrorist camp did not react to it.

Sean had no intention of stopping and had a plan to create as much chaos as possible and rode the truck towards the group of militants with the intent of running them over but not before throwing a few grenades towards the guards who were firing their Aks' from the entrance of the warehouse.

"Boom.." followed by screams of pain filled that area instantly alerting the militants from barracks. Screams continued to echo as Sean rammed the truck, cleaving his way through the crowd and made his way towards the restricted area.

"5,4,3,2,1..... Zero" a cold voice echoed inside the truck as he pressed the dead man's switch triggering all the bombs set inside the warehouse.

Ear deafening Booms echoed throughout the camp, making the ground shake from the power of explosion alarming everyone inside the restricted area especially the executives of the terrorist camp. The deputies rushed out of the restricted area to assess the situation while the head of the camp made plans for a safe retreat.

Attack on camps were a common occurrence especially with American soldiers operating in Afghan soil and raids at this level were quite common. Despite this most of executive level terrorists almost always escape unscathed due to their thirst for survival and the camps almost always collapse with little to no struggle.

With more and more militants rushing out of the restricted area Sean rode his truck towards them at full speed making the militants make way to the oncoming truck. Once near the restricted access Sean reversed the truck as if he was going to give another try in ramming the truck on militants body sending chills in the spine of the militants who watched this scene.

However their worries were all for naught as Sean did a 180 degree turn and reversed the truck with its back facing the restricted area and completely blocked the way. With lack of guards Sean entered the restricted area through the back of the truck and carried an Ak with many magazines and a pistol. Despite the constant shots fired against the truck it's steel frame equipped with bulletproof body and alongside equally bulletproof glass provided enough protection for Sean to pull this seemingly impossible stunt.

strapping a few more grenades Sean alighted from the truck and after a few meters into the restricted area which looked like a tunnel leading underground Sean pulled yet another button and this time it was targeted towards the RDX placed inside the truck setting it on fire making the entry point completely blocked.

Sean believed that it would take atleast few minutes before the militants come to realise that it was a one man show and he planned on taking full advantage of these few minutes.

Walking down the rather dimlit tunnel Sean ran at full speed down the corridor but made sure to have his senses at maximum capacity. Whenever there was a turn, he made sure to slow down and clear it as per his training in closed environment, splitting the area segment by segment. Despite taking a few turns he had yet to come across any room or any militant guard making him clear the first few turns freely before finally hearing some vague whispers and sounds of talking.