AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"There, I'm sending you the new coordinates. There should be our man," Just as Vikrant completed his sentence, Viaan's phone buzzed indicating the new message. Without further ado, Viaan entered the new coordinates and raced off to the location. He still had to cover about a few hundred meters more when he encountered the gates of a farmhouse. There were two armed guards at the gate making him recalculate his strategy. Instead of stopping by the gate, he rode further down the road on his right till he was out of sight but stopped next to the compound where there was tree peeping from behind.
He let his eyes wander around the street to spot the security cameras or any other person watching him, which were none, before he looked at the six feet tall compound, nearly his height, and checked to see if it was electrically protected by any chance. To his luck or rather mine, there was no electric fencing. He took a few steps back before running the little distance to give himself a boost before jumping to grab onto the top of the wall and hoisting himself up. It wasn't difficult for him to do it since it was his usual to do pull-ups in the gym everyday.
The tree had hidden his muscular frame as well as provided him the perfect spot to scout the entire area out. Apart from the guards at the gate, two more armed guards were patrolling around the lawn. Once again, his eyes looked around for the CCTV cameras to find none. It was as clear as day that this place was meant to conduct illegal activities without the fear of setting a trap for themselves by installing the security cameras.
Viaan sat there like a powerful feline, watching the pattern of the guards’ patrolling with respect to the ticking of the seconds on his watch. And just when he was sure that he had it figured out, he jumped down the tree to hide in the bushes below to proceed with his plan.
One of the guards caught the glimpse of the action and signaled his partner about something going amiss among the bushes. And both of them raised their guns as they slowly walked towards the rows of flowering bushes planted near the compound wall. They were almost near the first line of the plants when Viaan raised from his hiding spot delivering a swift and strong spin kick, knocking both of their guns out of their hands simultaneously. Before any of the guards could comprehend what was happening, Viaan caught the nearest guard in a headlock before wringing his neck in a swift movement and letting his body fall limp.
The shock from the second guard quickly faded, making him spring into action by trying to throw a few punches in Viaan's direction. The keyword being ‘trying’. Because Viaan easily dodged the first two punches before blocking the next few and finally giving back a few of his own. Unlike the startled guard, Viaan had calculated every move of his and struck a damaging blow on the guard's neck, leaving him completely vulnerable and leading him into a coughing fit.
Relaxing into his dignified stance, Viaan walked up to the guard before kneeing the face. The guard was down in less than a second. Viaan removed the helmet and dropped it by the unmoving guards before walking towards the door. The main door was locked. So, he looked around and found the sliding door of the balcony on the first floor slightly ajar. He glanced around to see if there were any more guards while shrugging off his expensive blazer and rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt.
He climbed over the sill of the lower window before grabbing its lintel and hoisting himself up. With a single jump, he grabbed the railing of the balcony and pulled himself up and over it. Sliding the slider slowly, he entered the room by crouching against the wall. Not before pulling out his trusted pistol with a silencer, which had been tugged away on his back, in the waistband. He had it picked up from his car right after he learned about the situation.
Peeping through the glass in door, he pulled the door open when the guard walked past him just to grab him by his neck and pull him inside. With a swift twist, he rendered the guard unconscious and dropped him on the tiles. Stepping over his unmoving body, Viaan walked out to find another guard who was staring at him in surprise from the other end of the corridor.
As if coming out of his trance, the guard pulled out the gun asking, "Hey! Who are-" But before he could complete the sentence, Viaan raised his gun and fired at the guard's shoulder causing him to drop the gun without the safety lock, crying in pain.
The gun automatically fired in loud bangs on every bounce it had. One of the bullets had just missed Viaan by a few millimeters but he remained calm and unfazed. Except for cursing at the unintentional alert that he had given others. Not that it hadn't burned a hole in his expensive trousers, but he again didn't care about those minute losses.
The sounds of the footsteps made him raise his head to spot a few guards running up the stairs to stand before the injured guard. Without wasting the time, he threw a metal artifact from the side table up in the air before tornado kicking it towards the approaching guards. And soon after he ran towards them.
The guard in the front was hit by the metallic artifact in the head, causing him to stagger back and becoming an obstacle in the path of others. Viaan kicked off the wall to jump in the air before delivering a powerful punch to the first guard who reached him before grabbing the same guard by his neck for support as he lifted his body into a horizontal momentum to strike the next one with both of heels on the guard's chest, leaving him to stranger back coughing vigorously.
Viaan crouched down carrying the first guard on his back before rolling over to throw him at his colleagues. Lifting the side stand, Viaan smacked it on the other guard's head before raising his leg to deliver a spinning hook kick to the fourth guard's neck. Straightening up, he eyed the defensive position of the remaining guard with a bleeding nose before getting his own hands into a fighting position. The guard let out a war cry like an amateur he was and ran towards Viaan.
With his years of training in the martial arts, this was a pathetic joke in Viaan's eyes. Nevertheless, the hefty guard had succeeded in grabbing Viaan by his collar and throwing him in through an unlocked door, which had burst open due to the force and weight. The room was still being set up with empty walls and white sheets covering most of the items and a few mirrors standing around idly. Viaan got up from the floor resuming his defensive stance while the guard mirrored it with his own.
There was a slight buzzing from the walkie-talkie which the guard carried. Followed by the voice of another comrade of his asking, "this is Jimmy four two oh eight, requesting for an update on the situation. Francis, what was that noise?"
There was a contemplating look on the guard's face because he had learned not to underestimate the man before him, especially when his opponent knew the martial arts and he himself didn't even know even an 'M' of the 'martial arts'. He was more of a boxing dude. An amateur boxing dude who had recently joined the club.
"Gosh man, what in the hell was that sound?" the question from the other side repeated in other words when the guard had failed to answer the first time.
The guard hesitantly picked the device up and clicked the button to answer but before he could say anything Viaan executed a jump triple sidekick, causing the guard to stagger back, dropping the walkie on the ground. The guard unexpectedly caught Viaan's leg when he had tried to deliver a front kick. Jumping on his other leg, Viaan swiftly executed a crescent kick and knocked him out cold in a single blow.
Dusting off the invisible dust off the clothes, Viaan picked the walkie talkie which had accidentally pressed the button. Not even a few seconds later, the Jimmy guy from the other side asked again, "Francis? What was that sound?"
Viaan held the walkie talkie close to his mouth, the button pressed for the other side to hear while he listened to the alpha team updating him about their status. They had taken down the remaining guards on the gate and the lower floor. That left only the second floor where I was kept.
He breathed out in composure before delivering the message to the man who had kidnapped me, "that was the sound of your death on its way."
46. CHHIYAALEES
Therehad been pin-drop silence in the room. I doubt that the two men in the room would have even dared to breathe in the last few minutes.
It looked like they had died on the spot or turned their bodies into statues upon hearing Viaan's voice. Well, their loss. I didn't ask them to kidnap me and sign their own death certificates. The numbness had slowly started to fade away and allowed me enough control over my body to push myself into a sitting position.
"Looks like you are an old man after all. A perverted, pedophilic, disgusting, reckless and powerless old man, before the Raivardhan kids." I let a cynical smirk spread across my lips as I watched the two swines sweat fearing for their lives.
Call me sadist, I certainly don't mind but to tan this bullheaded Buffalo's skin and use it like my carpet for a reminder, sounded equally tempting. Especially after hearing what all he had permitted himself to do with me and my family.
"You, come here," The Jimmy boy pounced forward grabbing my upper arm as he pulled me up from the bed and forced me towards the door.
I almost fell forward like a drunkard, with the wobbly steps. My strength hadn't fully regained yet, leaving me still quite vulnerable.
"Careful with her," Surya warned, making Jimmy snap, "you idiotic son of a bitch! You had to go after her and risk everyone's lives? I don't know about you, but she is my ticket out of here."
