Chapter 267: Job Done (Ethan’s POV)
Ethan stood in the alleyway, watching as the last of the life drained from her eyes. No struggle. No pleading. Just quiet acceptance.
Ava was dead.
The silencer had done its job—one clean shot to the heart. Quick. Efficient. No witnesses.
He exhaled slowly, lowering his gun. Chris's orders had been clear. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. A job needed to be done, and he did it.
Ethan crouched beside the body, checking for any last signs of life. Nothing. The warmth was already fading from her skin.
Pulling out his phone, he took a quick picture—proof. Chris would want confirmation.
Then, without another glance, he rose to his feet, tucking his gun away. He pulled up Chris's number and typed a single message.
"It's done."
A moment later, the reply came.
"Good."
Ethan didn't linger. He had one more stop to make.
As he walked back toward the waiting car, his mind was already shifting to the next problem—General Marshall.
If Marshall was still breathing, it wouldn't be for long.
Ethan stood in the alleyway, watching as the last of the life drained from her eyes. No struggle. No pleading. Just quiet acceptance.
Ava was dead.
The silencer had done its job—one clean shot to the heart. Quick. Efficient. No witnesses.
He exhaled slowly, lowering his gun. Chris's orders had been clear. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. A job needed to be done, and he did it.
Ethan crouched beside the body, checking for any last signs of life. Nothing. The warmth was already fading from her skin.
Pulling out his phone, he took a quick picture—proof. Chris would want confirmation.
Then, without another glance, he rose to his feet, tucking his gun away. He pulled up Chris's number and typed a single message.
"It's done."
A moment later, the reply came.
"Good."
Ethan didn't linger. He had one more stop to make.
As he walked back toward the waiting car, his mind was already shifting to the next problem—General Marshall.
If Marshall was still breathing, it wouldn't be for long.