My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge-Chapter 64: [ - - 56] - The Predator strikes

Chapter - 56

Outside the room where Lucius and Officer Elena Frost were hiding, the police station was in chaos.

Police officers were shouting and running in every direction. Boots pounded on the floors. Commands echoed loudly:

"Secure the entrance!"

"Everyone in position!"

"Someone check the cameras!"

"Get your weapons. This is not a drill!"

Men and women in uniform rushed to grab their weapons, their vests, and radios. Some took position near the entrance, some hid behind pillars and desks. Everyone was tense, confused, but ready.

The air was tight with fear and sweat.

Suddenly, with a loud BOOM, the entire building shook again.

The front gate of the police station exploded with a loud, thunderous blast. The ground shook. Glass shattered.

Fire, bricks, and metal blasted across the reception area. Dust and smoke filled the air. Alarms began to ring loudly, red lights flashing.

Screams followed and Before anyone could react properly, then came the second wave. Thick, white smoke bombs rolled in from outside, hissing as they filled the air. Officers began coughing, unable to see clearly.

"Get your masks on! It’s gas—!"

But it was already too late. Through the heavy cloud of smoke, the sound of gunfire began.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets sprayed into the building from outside. Glass broke, wood splintered, and metal crashed. A few officers fell to the ground instantly, hit before they could even react.

Officers screamed, some falling where they stood. Others tried to return fire, but they couldn’t see their targets in the heavy smoke.

In the middle of that chaos, figures began to appear.

One by one, silhouettes moved through the smoke.

They wore black military-style clothes, boots, and helmets. Their faces were fully covered with dark masks and night goggles. Each one of them carried assault rifles, grenades, ammo belts, and tactical gear. Some even had small bombs strapped to their chests.

They moved with precision, like trained killers. Without a word, they began moving through the rooms and corridors.

One team took the left corridor, mowing down the guards there.

Another group climbed the stairs, shooting down at anyone in uniform.

One officer tried to crawl behind a desk, but a bullet caught him in the back.

Another tried to radio for help, but was shot through the throat.

Blood spread across the floor. Files, paper, chairs— everything was destroyed.

In just a few minutes, the police station became a war zone.

Smoke and dust hung in the air. Pieces of the ceiling had fallen. Debris covered the ground. The walls were blackened, the windows shattered, and bodies lay everywhere.

Blood pooled near the walls. Papers floated down like feathers from the desks that were turned over or blown apart.

Debris covered the ground.

The lights flickered weakly.

And then there was silence. Only the sound of broken glass crunched under boots. And from the entrance through the smoke and flame a shadow stepped forward, walking slowly and calmly.

He wasn’t wearing any tactical gear. Just a dark long coat, slightly burnt at the bottom, and boots that echoed with each step. One hand rested lazily on a gun slung over his shoulder.

His face was marked with time — wrinkles, scars, and a smile that didn’t belong in this kind of scene.

His eyes were sharp and hungry.

The Predator had arrived.

He looked around at the destruction.

At the bodies.

At the flames.

And he smiled, licking his dry lips.

His boots stepped over the body of a fallen officer without even looking down.

He raised his head, breathed in the smoke, and smiled.

"Smells like fear," he said in a hoarse, raspy voice.

Behind him, the masked men stood still, silent and disciplined, waiting for orders.

The Predator slowly moved forward, taking in the ruined station.

Then he muttered, almost lovingly, "Now..." he said in a soft, cruel voice, "Where’s my little boy?"

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Inside the room, the air was thick with tension.

Gunshots echoed from outside. Screams followed. The ceiling vibrated with each blast. Dust dropped slowly from the lights above.

Lucius leaned against the table like he had nothing to worry about. His hands were in his pockets. His shirt was a little loose. His face relaxed, even amused.

Across from him, Elena stood like a wall, her back straight and her legs planted firmly. She pointed her gun toward the door, both hands on the grip. Her eyes were locked forward, unblinking.

She was ready to shoot.

Sweat trickled from her forehead. Her chest rose and fell fast. Her sharp blonde hair was sticking to her temples. Her jaw was tight.

Lucius looked at her from behind and smiled.

"You know," he said casually, "From this angle, you look like an action movie poster. Strong, serious... deadly hot."

Elena didn’t move. Her eyes stayed on the door.

"Shut up, Lucius," she said through her teeth.

Lucius tilted his head, "Come on, you are not even a little impressed with how calm I am under pressure?"

"Do you ever take anything seriously?" she snapped.

Lucius gave a soft chuckle, "Not when I have a beautiful blonde standing in front of me with a gun. I feel strangely... protected."

"You should be scared," she said, ’And what’s wrong with Blonde hair?’ She thought to herself.

"I am," Lucius replied, grinning, "But not of those guys. I am scared of you."

Outside, another explosion shook the floor. A loud crash followed, and something heavy thudded in the hallway.

Elena flinched slightly but stayed focused.

Lucius looked around the room casually, "So, what’s the plan, Officer Ice Queen? Are we making a run for it, or are you planning to hold this room like a final boss?"

Elena gritted her teeth, "I am thinking."

Lucius smirked, "You know, if we die here, I just want to say, your eyes are the second prettiest thing I have seen today."

She narrowed her eyes, and she could not help but ask, "What’s the first?"

Lucius gave a slow wink, "Your ass when you walked in front of me to protect me."

She didn’t respond. Her breathing stayed sharp. But the corner of her mouth almost twitched.

Suddenly,

BANG!!

The door burst open with a slam.

A masked man stormed in with a raised rifle.

BANG!!

Elena fired without blinking.

The bullet hit him right between the eyes. His mask cracked and blood splattered on the door behind him.

The man dropped like a stone, dead before he hit the ground.

Lucius whistled softly, "Damn. Remind me never to cheat on you."

Outside the room, a voice echoed through the hallway. It was deep. Rough. Too familiar.

"There you are, pretty boy!"

Lucius’s smile faded a little.

The voice continued, cold and playful, "Come outside. Don’t you want to meet this old man?"

Elena turned to look at Lucius.

Lucius looked at the door, then at her.

The smile returned slowly.

"Well..." he whispered, eyes gleaming, "Daddy’s home."

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The hallway outside the room was already filled with smoke and silence.

Elena kept her eyes on the doorway, gun still raised, finger on the trigger. Her breathing was controlled, but her body was tight with tension. Lucius, meanwhile, dusted some imaginary lint off his shirt and casually stepped behind her shoulder.

And then boots stomped against the floor, and shadows moved.

A group of masked men slowly stepped into view. They lined the walls on both sides of the doorway, about ten of them, all pointing loaded rifles at Lucius and Elena.

Elena’s eyes moved quickly. Her jaw clenched tighter.

Lucius raised his eyebrows.

One of the masked men shouted, "Drop the weapon. Hands up. Now!"

For a moment, Elena didn’t move. Her finger twitched near the trigger.

"Miss Blonde," Lucius said softly behind her, "It’s not worth dying here. Let’s save your hero moment for later."

She looked over her shoulder, and he smiled at her, calm and easy, "Besides," he added, "You are too pretty to die angry in a police station."

She gritted her teeth, exhaled through her nose, and finally lowered her gun.

Both of them raised their hands.

The masked men moved forward quickly and grabbed Elena’s gun. Two of them patted Lucius down. One tried to hold his shoulder, but Lucius shook him off casually. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Relax, I am not your girlfriend," he said, "No need to get handsy."

The man growled behind the mask but didn’t react.

"Move," barked another.

Lucius and Elena were marched through the bloodstained hallways of the police station. The air smelled like gunpowder, sweat, and the metallic smell of blood.

Debris and broken glass crunched under their shoes.

When they reached the central lobby, the sight before them stopped Elena for half a second.

Several police officers were kneeling on the ground, their hands behind their heads. A few were bleeding. One older cop had tears in his eyes.

Gunmen stood around them, rifles aimed, masks hiding their faces.

Lucius looked around, his hands still raised lazily. His eyes scanned everything—positions, exits, numbers.

Then the crowd of masked men parted.

And the predator was in sight, standing way behind them.

"Well, well," the old man said, stretching the words, "Look who it is. Pretty boy and the blonde doll. You two made quite the mess for me last time."

Lucius tilted his head and smiled lazily, "You are late, grandpa. The party started without you."

The old man chuckled, "Still talking with that smart mouth, I see."

He stepped closer.

Elena tensed, but Lucius stayed relaxed.

"Do you know? Because of you, I went to a police station for the first time?" the old man said, brushing dust off his coat, "But you wouldn’t know anything about prison, would you?"

Lucius glanced around, "I try to avoid places with bad lighting and worse company. But I gotta admit... you have redecorated this police station quite nicely. Very... post-apocalyptic."

The Predator’s smile faded just a little. His eyes narrowed.

"I came here for you, Lucius. I told them. I told them all," he said, tapping the barrel of his gun on his shoulder. "No one believed me. But I knew it. The moment I saw your eyes... I knew you were trouble."

Lucius shrugged, "What can I say? I have been hearing that a lot these days."

The masked men behind them shifted their feet, watching carefully.

The whole room had gone silent.

Only Lucius and the Predator spoke.

Elena stood beside Lucius, sweat on her back, her body rigid, heart pounding. But she said nothing. She just waited.

The Predator took one more step, now just a few feet from Lucius.

"You know what I want?" he said in a low voice, "I want you begging on your knees before I blow your head open."

Lucius smiled.

He didn’t blink.

"Well," he said, "You will have to get in line. There’s a list of people who want to do that. Some of them prettier than you."

The Predator’s face twitched.

Just then a gun cocked somewhere behind them, but the Predator quickly raised a hand to stop it.

He stared at Lucius... and smiled again.

"I like you, kid," he said, "You have got balls. That’s good."

Then he looked over at Elena.

"But let’s see what happens... when I start pulling things away from you."

Lucius’s eyes narrowed, just slightly.

The Predator took a step back and raised his hand.

"All of you," he said to his men, "Take them."

The Predator smiled wider, "We are going to play a game."

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