Chapter 277: The Death of Douglas Heskins!

Rip! As the arrow tore through cloth and skin with a sickening rip, Cynthia Looske lost her balance and pitched hard to the ground. Both calves were slashed open. Blood poured out, spreading across the dirt in a widening crimson smear. "Give it up. You won't escape." Gritting through the pain and trying to push herself back up, Cynthia wheeled to run-only for a shadow to drop in front of her, cutting off her path. He was a middle-aged Black man with close-cropped hair and a black tracksuit,...