Sierra Sullivanâs words were like a sharp knife, ruthlessly slicing through Harvey Cheneyâs hypocritical facade.
Even though Harvey Cheney was thick-skinned, his face still flushed red after hearing her words.
Harvey Cheney glared at Sierra Sullivan. "What do you know! Youâre just a little girl, you donât understand anything. How could you possibly understand why I did it?"
"Donât flatter yourself," Sierra Sullivan sneered. "What other reason could there be? Of course it was for your own selfish desires! If you have the guts to do it, then have the guts to let people talk! Donât be such a hypocrite. Whatâs the matter, a big man like you wants to be a bitch?"
"You!"
Harvey Cheneyâs eyes bulged, his gaze murderous.
"Donât think you can spout nonsense at me just because Jayce is here! Or do you two actually believe you can walk out of this building unscathed on your own? Iâm only talking this much out of respect for Kevin Everett. If you two donât know whatâs good for you, then donât blame me for what comes next!"
Sierra Sullivanâs eyes were filled with curiosity. "And how, exactly, are you going to do that?"
It was just a simple question with no hidden meaning, yet it instantly shattered Harvey Cheneyâs composure.
"Youâre simply... shameless! Fine, if thatâs how you want to be, then donât blame me! What are you all still staring for?! Shoot these two troublemakers dead!"
Harvey Cheneyâs expression was savage, yet tinged with triumph.
"I know you both have Superpowers, and theyâre very strong. But no matter how strong your Superpowers are, youâre still human! And being human means youâre made of flesh and blood! I refuse to believe your Superpowers are so great you can dodge bullets!"
Harvey Cheney backed away as he spoke.
As Harvey Cheney retreated, a group of armed men stepped forward.
Half of them knelt, and the other half stood.
Each held a gun, their dark muzzles aimed squarely at Sierra Sullivan and Jayce.
Harvey Cheneyâs voice echoed from behind the men. "Iâll give you one last chance. Let my son go and drop this matter. I can let bygones be bygones, and we can coexist peacefully from now onâ"
"Peacefully my ass!" Jayce cut him off. "Tell your men to open fire! Donât you hesitate for a single second, or Iâll lose all respect for you!"
Sierra Sullivan added with a smile, "Yeah, hurry up and shoot! Iâll be sure to use your son as a human shield. Even if Iâm going to die, heâll die before I do."
Hugo Cheney was Harvey Cheneyâs only son.
In these times, finding a woman was easy enough, but finding one to bear him another son was not.
But!
âMy sonâs life is important!
But my own life is even more important!â
Harvey Cheney squeezed his eyes shut. "Fiâ"
"Harvey Cheney!"
A thunderous shout cut Harvey Cheney off mid-word.
Startled, Harvey Cheney spun toward the voice and saw Kevin Everett approaching from the stairwell, leading a large, imposing group.
Seeing Kevin Everett, Harvey Cheney wasnât scared. In fact, he started to laugh.
"Mr. Everett! Youâre finally here. Iâve been waiting for you!"
Compared to Jayce, Harvey Cheney much preferred negotiating with Kevin Everett.
Kevin Everett was a seasoned veteran, after all.
He wasnât like Jayce, a hothead who saw the world in black and white and couldnât tolerate the slightest injustice.
There was no point in negotiating with a hothead like that!
But Kevin Everett was different.
"Mr. Everett, tell me, how did such a minor issue get blown so far out of proportion?"
"A minor issue?" Kevin Everett shot back.
"Exactly!" Harvey Cheney walked toward Kevin Everett. "Those two kids, Jayce and Sierra Sullivan, are young and foolish. They donât understand the stakes and made a huge scene, but I donât blame them! Still, you need to have a serious talk with them. This kind of behavior canât happen again!"
"So many people are dead, and to you, itâs just a âminor issueâ?" Kevin Everettâs voice rose sharply, his expression growing even darker than before.
Seeing Kevin Everettâs reaction, Harvey Cheney froze for a second before his brow furrowed. "Mr. Everett, I can accept the children being foolish, but you too? How can you say something like that? If this is your attitude, then thereâs nothing left for us to discuss!"
"There was never anything to discuss in the first place!" Kevin Everett sneered. "Iâm giving you a chance to resolve this properly. Otherwise, donât blame me for what Iâm about to do!"
"What do you mean, âresolve this properlyâ?" Harvey Cheney asked, his face grim.
"Properly compensate the victimsâ families, offer a sincere apology, make all the ringleaders atone for their crimes, and guarantee this will never happen again. As one of the main culprits, you must apologize to all the survivors and announce your resignation from your current positionâ"
"Impossible!" Harvey Cheney cut Kevin Everett off. "Kevin Everett, Iâm only being civil with you because weâve known each other for so many years. But that doesnât give you the right to push it! Do you really think Iâm afraid of you? What gives you the right to demand this of me?!"
"If we canât reach an agreement," Kevin Everett declared with a wave of his hand, "then thereâs nothing more to say!"
Harvey Cheneyâs face twisted with rage. Without turning back, he screamed, "Open fire! Kill them for me!"
Hearing this, Kevin Everettâs pupils constricted. He instinctively moved to stop them, but it was too late.
A continuous volley of gunfire erupted inside the room.
From the sound alone, even a sheet of iron would have been riddled with holes.
"Harvey Cheney! How dare you!"
"What wonât I dare!" Harvey Cheney roared with laughter, his smile turning manic. "If you wonât let me live in peace, then I wonât let you either! If it comes down to it, weâll all die together! But if you think Iâm going down alone, youâve got another thing comingâ"
Before Harvey Cheney could finish, a series of blood-curdling screams echoed from within the room.
The sudden sounds made Harvey Cheney jump.
Most importantly, the screams didnât sound like they came from Jayce or Sierra Sullivan.
âCould something have gone wrong inside?â
At almost the exact same moment, both Harvey Cheney and Kevin Everett rushed toward the door.
Reaching the entrance to the living room, they saw a group of people lying on the floor.
Pistols lay scattered beside their hands.
The men who had been firing the guns were now the ones who had been shot and lay on the ground.
Jayce and Sierra Sullivan, on the other hand, were still standing there, completely unharmed.
Hugo Cheney, still clutched in Sierra Sullivanâs grasp, now had a large, bleeding hole in his thigh.
Hugo Cheneyâs face was deathly pale, his expression a mask of pained and twisted agony.
The moment he saw Harvey Cheney, he burst into tears.
"Dad! Help me! Please, help me! I donât want to die!"
Harvey Cheney had been able to give the order to fire just moments before, but now, seeing his sonâs condition, his heart ached, and his eyes began to turn red.