Chapter 261: Secret Department

As Nash spoke, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-more than twenty Otis sprang out of the pitch-black night. Each Otis carried a cold, matte-black gun. They were all battle-hardened. As they appeared, more than twenty muzzles leveled at Nash. "You bastard, filthy creep-let's see where you run!" A clear, girlish shout ripped from the mouth of an absolute knockout. She swept the crowd with her phoenix eyes, fierce as a tigress, and stepped forward. It was Marie Hemingbrough. Staring at the circle of guns...