His Devious Rule



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Dot's panicked voice sounded, "The police entourage is heading in." 

Anya's heart pounded against her chest as she darted through the roads of the abandoned township. She wouldn't have worried if it were only her or if there was support, as in the ship. Her small carelessness could endanger Jackson. 

She immediately instructed Dot to take action, "Activate the escape plan." She wasn't going to struggle alone.

Nevertheless, rushing towards the villa, she could only hope Jackson stayed within its walls and didn't succumb to Miles's words. 

Miles Johnson. 

If there were no cops, she would have dumped him in the trunk of a car and taken him to the airport. Now, Miles held his life in his hands. Either he would have to listen to her and cooperate or meet his end at her hands. She couldn't risk Jackson for the life of a criminal.

She almost gasped when she saw her shadow racing with her on the cracked walls of the villa, while the dwindling light of the factory cast an eerie glow over the forgotten villas and roads. 

Anya glanced back, her breaths coming in short gasps as she caught sight of the glowing red lights of the police car entering the township.

A random thought arose in her mind, "This couldn't be Alvin, could it?" Alvin wasn't the type to leave her behind and wait. But who would tell him that they shouldn't involve any cops or citizens of different countries in their mission unless it was dire?

Without pausing, Anya turned her attention forward. She knowingly had wandered far from the villa to avoid those cars. The situation demanded her return, and she knew that neither time nor the appearance of the cops was on her side. 

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The encroaching darkness threatened to engulf her, and with each passing moment in the abandoned regency, the decaying walls and endless roads seemed to stretch before her, as if deliberately toying with her desperation.

Dot, who had been quiet after her command, informed her, "Head west," as he began running. 

Anya had noted the direction when she got out of the car. So to her left was west. In the darkness, she wasn't able to see anything other than the villa close to her.

Opening her mobile, she scanned her pinkie finger and a map appeared on the screen. In her mind, she raced through possible strategies for their escape. But there was a big obstacle—the tall protective walls of the township.

Suddenly, a door creaked open nearby, breaking the silence of the desolate villas. Anya's eyes widened as she recalled the one man who was still alive. She itched to kill him, but she didn't have time. Anyway, she was still in disguise.

Anya touched her hair and realized the wig was stuck to the winter jacket instead of her head. Cursing her fate, she shoved it into the jacket pockets and ignored the man. She hurried to the villa, which was surrounded by corpses.

Hearing no sound of a bullet, she went close to the door and noticed a dark figure through the window. She jumped over the bodies as she hurried to Jackson, "Jackson, open the door. We need to leave immediately."

Inside the villa, Jackson was losing hope as time passed sitting in the haunting darkness. Whereas Miles was celebrating, thinking Anya was dead and that his men would save him.

However, a firm voice glimmered hope in one, and another widened his eyes in disbelief. 

Jackson's eyes sparkled in the dark. It was the same voice that had been commanding him. He opened the door without hesitation and hugged the short-haired lady without thinking. She was his only hope of getting out of this mess.

Anya was taken aback by Jackson's embrace but didn't have time to console him. She patted his back and repeated her words, "Jackson, we don't have time."

Jackson found his heart shuddering, reading the urgency in her tone. He let go of the lady and looked at her, not knowing what to say or do.

Anya patted his arm and rushed inside the villa. "Get a car ready. I'll handle him." She instructed Jackson as she cut the cable that tied Miles to the chair.

However, Miles tried to attack her and got slammed against the wall. He groaned in pain, cursing Anya's strength.

Jackson swallowed hard and ran out. He went to the taxi they had taken and checked the driver's seat. He opened the backseat door, and Anya shoved Miles inside and took the shotgun seat.

Anya was yet to start the car when Jackson panicked, hearing the sound of the cops' cars. Miles was no less horrified upon hearing the police vehicles. 

Miles had skydived and used a parachute to jump off the private jet, making his arrival in country E illegal. He couldn't afford to get caught.

Anya didn't turn on the headlights of the car, even though darkness dominated. Since the township was abandoned, she didn't worry about running over anybody on the road and slammed on the accelerator to reach the west wall soon.

She maneuvered through the maze-like roads to avoid the cops catching sight of the car and chasing them instead of focusing on the villa. That would buy them time to escape.

Jackson kept looking behind, Miles was breathing hard. Their hearts were racing, while the lady in control appeared cold and determined. There was no speck of doubt or hesitation in her movements.

She had almost reached the end of the township, facing the tall wall, when she slammed on the brakes and pressed her right hand against Jackson's chest. Meanwhile, Miles groaned in pain as he fell down into the legroom.

Suddenly, the engine turned off, and Anya shushed the two men, "Shh…." She recoiled the bullet in her handgun, focusing on the sound of a different car engine as she watched the light on the road.

A sedan slowly appeared in her view. Anya pressed Jackson to lie down. Due to the shadow of the tall wall, she couldn't see the passengers, but she was sure they could see them due to their headlights.

She was prepared to fire when the door unlocked. Before she could pull the trigger, a voice exclaimed, "Little Donut!?" Then the man ran towards the car.

Anya: "..."

Appearing around the crime scene makes the man a suspect.

Should she kill her husband once?