Page 104 of His Hell Girl

"Good," he grunts, taking my hand as we go to the ground level. "We need to get to the car, and then we'll head straight to the airport," he explains, telling me the house is compromised now and he's not taking any risks with my safety.

We're in the service elevator, which luckily has a tablet too, so Vlad is able to monitor the activity in the house.

"You took three out, I took four…" he speaks, more to himself, doing the math as he counts a couple more people on the upper floor. "They fucking sent an entire unit."

A hint of a smile appears on his face, and I frown at him.

"Whoever told them about me gave them good instructions." He smirks, a sinister pull of his lips that promises bloodshed and death.

Even as I feel safest next to him, I can only rue the day those people decided to attackhim.Because I don't think there's anyone more dangerous out there. If there's such a thing as a killer trophic chain, then he's on top.

And he proves my point as he leaves me in the elevator with a shrug and a kiss, striding in the middle of the living room in all his bloody naked glory, guns raised high as he shoots a few rounds in the air.

Thudding steps resound in the house as the remaining men all hurry downstairs. Locked in the elevator, I can only watch through the video feed as he baits them out in the open.

A total of five men ambush him, all seemingly flabbergasted at finding him naked and covered in blood.

"You dare," he says with a smile and I turn on the volume on the camera, not wanting to miss anything, "to come intomyhouse, and threatenmywoman?" His voice thunders in the room, yet the smile's still set in place.

The men are in position, but Vlad doesn't seem to care as he simply discards his weapons to the floor.

My eyes widen, and I can't quite believe what I'm seeing. Especially as he'd insisted on taking them from the dead men.

But as the others fix their guns on him, he does something that completely shocks me. He ducks low, throwing himself between two men.

The entire thing happens so fast it's as if someone applied special effects to the footage.

He raises himself up effortlessly right behind the two men. They don't even have time to react as Vlad takes hold of their protective caps, bringing them together and hitting their heads.

They struggle in his hold, but they're no match for him. Even with their army training, since they're clearly professionals, they look like children being scolded by an adult.

The other three men are ready to fire, but seem reluctant since Vlad is using the two men's bodies as shields.

"Not so brave now, are you?" he asks, banging the men's heads together once more, but this time, he undoes their caps, throwing them to the ground before hitting their heads again.The sound of bones cracking is unmistakable, and even the remaining men have a hard time believing what they are seeing.

Certainly, even for me it looks almost impossible, and I'm used to associating the wordimpossiblewith Vlad. His strength must be incredible if he's breaking their skulls with his bare hands. And it looks effortless, no visible strain on his face.

He continues the motion until the skin is broken, brain leaking out from the cranial vault. At this point, the men aren't even struggling anymore, their bodies slack, their weapons now at Vlad's disposal.

This is all a game for him. A show.

"What the…"

"He's not human… he can't be," one man curses out.

And as the others keep mumbling incoherent sentences, I realize Vlad's real purpose for the spectacle—he wants their fear.

The panic is visible on their faces, their feet unconsciously taking a few steps back.

Vlad's smile is unwavering, but his gaze is deadly.

Still, I can't feel sorry for them, because theydidcome into our home intent on killing us. They brought it upon themselves.

Fingers molded to the gun, Vlad shoots.

Two men fall down, blood pouring out of their necks and flooding the floor. Only one is still alive, and it's on purpose as Vlad lets the corpses drop to his feet, advancing toward him.

The man doesn't even try to put up a fight as he falls to his ass, trying to crawl backwards, an expression of pure terror on his face.

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