My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Just over ten minutes later, Moe and Old Larry emerged, leaving the door slightly afar. Through the crack, they could see Miley lying on the bed, expressionless, almost corpse–like.

But neither Moe nor Larry paid her any mind. The six of them had rested briefly, skipping dinner and enduring the gnawing hunger.

Moe certainly wasn’t going to part with his own food, and the others had brought nothing to eat, so they just gritted their teeth. Once Ray was dealt with, they could feast.

They waited. And waited. Finally, midnight arrived.

“Let’s move out!” Moe barked.

The six men set off, and Moe didn’t even bother locking the door behind him–he wasn’t worried about Miley escaping. After all, his goal was to seize Ray’s townhouse for himself.

They reached the garage. The beams of their flashlights cut through the darkness as they made their way down to the basement level of Ray’s unit.

Staring at the reinforced steel door, Moe sneered. “Larry, you’re up.”

“No problem,” Old Larry replied, stepping forward to work on the lock.

Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Larry was still fiddling.

“Larry, what’s the holdup?” Moe’s five companions were freezing.

“I–this is a high–end electronic deadbolt! Damn it! How paranoid is this guy, installing something this sophisticated in a basement? I need more time! And it’s freezing–my hands are shaking. I can’t even work at half my usual speed,” Larry groaned.

Moe snapped, “Give me a time–how much longer?”

“Ten… maybe thirty minutes,” Larry admitted.

The other five nearly lost it. Thirty more minutes in this icy hell? No way.

“Damn it, Larry! Did you use up all your strength on Miley earlier?” one of them cursed. “It’s go–time, and you’re still thinking with the wrong head! Haven’t you gotten enough?”

The men grumbled, their discipline already fraying. They were a motley crew–fine when things went smoothly, but at the first sign of trouble, the bickering started. It wouldn’t have been surprising if they’d fallen apart on the spot.

Then–click!

The steel door swung open.

“Larry! What the hell? Didn’t you just say ten minutes at the earliest? And now it’s open just like that?”

The men started to cheer, but Old Larry looked utterly bewildered.

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“I didn’t open it.”

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All six men froze, their attention fixed on the doorway.

Suddenly, a blinding beam of light shot out.

The six stumbled backward, shielding their eyes, and swung their own flashlights toward the source.

Ray stepped into view.

But unlike them–clutching kitchen knives, hammers, or screwdrivers–Ray held something else in his other hand… a water gun.

A water gun?

The six men almost laughed. Was he planning to squirt them to death?

In the next instant, Ray “fired.”

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