H.U.R.T
Hi, Dude.

Steve looked at his handcuffed hands. A slanted smile slipped on the corner of his lips. It's really a joke that makes blood rise.

Arrested again for reasons that are not true. Gosh, it's like Steve's smashing his head into this fucking Doukins' face.

"Mrs. Doukins, I don't think your actions to contain him are the right thing." Pax tries to negotiate, but seeing Doukins' cynical facial expression, whatever deal Pax will offer seems meaningless.

"You don't have strong enough evidence" Pax added.

"If you're feeling pretty good, why ask the police, FBI agents to find a terrorist's daughter... Ouh, fucking asshole!!"

The bloated man held his face which received an unexpected attack from Steve's head. Fresh blood came out from his wide, pug nose. Ow! How happy Steve saw the results of his work.

"Your mouth keeps barking up useless things" he said lightly as he flashed a murderous gaze at Doukins' colleague who was trying to block him back.

"Once again you're talking bad about Lexi, it's not just your nose that I've broken, Doukins. I'll make sure all your teeth fall out and pull your gums out so you can't even put on dentures. I'm not messing with my words."

"Braise!!" Doukins.

"Yes, that's better. Maki and curse me as you like."

"I could've pulled my trigger and popped your head off!"

"I can do the same thing, Doukins." As soon as the speech was thrown, in a nimble movement he seized the revolver of one of Doukins' colleagues who was nearby. Handcuffed, the hammer is cocked back. Steve then directed his shot at the Doukins who was staring at him in a giddy manner. The distraught man's self-esteem was completely humiliated by Steve in an all-out manner.

"Would you test it, Doukins?" Challenging without fear though some weapons were also aimed at him.

Then Steve was widened to make everything amazed including Pax of course.

"Doukins, Doukins, this is the result if you ascend the throne by a heretical path. Your stupid brain doesn't work at all. Ck! It's not interesting. All right, let's take me. I can't wait to rest at the FBI version of the hotel prodeo."

Steve stepped out without anyone. The others followed.

"Wait," Pax approached Steve as the man was about to be pushed into the car. Pax asked Doukins for five minutes to talk to Steve and Doukins only gave him two minutes. Ck! So ticklish.

"What's your plan?" Ask the middle-aged man.

Steve clucked, "You don't see my condition, Pax Willson? Both hands are handcuffed. I will be detained and I do not know until when I will be detained because you alone will not be able to guarantee me to come out and now you are asking what my plan is? That's right!"

Pax is unmoved, if Steve doesn't have a plan, it means only he and Darren will have to find his daughter's whereabouts. Darren is having problems with his legs, it will be difficult to jump into the field. Their enemies really took everything into account.

"Your two minutes are up, Mr. Willson," Doukins approaching. One of the man's nostrils was covered with a pinch of cotton to block the blood out of it.

Doukins tells his men to get Steve in the car. Without a fight he entered under the control of four members of the FBI.

Doukins himself got into another car along with three other colleagues. Move on first, leaving the car that brought Steve.

In the car, Steve racked his brains, thinking of how he could escape Doukins' custody. The expected Pax can guarantee it is already impossible. While Roxi had flown immediately because his wife was pregnant. So, who can he expect? Should she hope for Beth? Ck! He did not even notice the presence of the man in the Willson mansion. I don't know when the guy sneaked out. Yeah, Steve can only hope for his best friend.

Bruk!

Sounding from the side. Car stopped. The driver and his partner got off while issuing a swearing oath.

"Not a big deal, stay where you are. We'll handle it." I heard an answer from outside. Not long after the conversation was heard. Steve curled a smile as soon as he recognized someone's voice.

"What are you doing?!" The agent took out his identification card.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

"You drunk?"

"Just a little."

"Sorry, man, you can't drive drunk. Can you show me your SIM?"

"It's in the car."

The agent gave orders for his friend to check on the drunkard's car that had hit their car.

When the man's friend went to check, the drunk who turned out to be Beth pulled out a syringe and stuck it in the agent's neck before the man could react to removing the weapon. Beth then did the same thing to the man who was checking his car. In an instant the two agents were unconscious.

From a distance there was a buzzing sound of a motor that was traveling at high speed and then suddenly crashing right behind the car carrying Steven.

"Good job, Beth!" Austin smiled at the two agents he had conquered. The two men only fainted for the next few hours.

Feeling something is wrong. Four men escorting Steve made a sound calling out the name of their colleague. Not getting a response, they also gave each other a code to be on standby while the other prepared to open the door.

Door opens. Austin and Beth stood there waving their hands.

"Hi, man." And both of them fired bullets at the guns that were also pointed at them.

Austin pulls one man into the man's face with the tip of his gun, and Beth doesn't stay silent. He put a fist on the chest of another man. While Steve, he kicked and pushed the remaining two men to the ground. Austin and Beth take over again, beating them both. Steve took the handcuff key and tried to open it.

"How does it feel?" Austin asked glanced at the handcuffs Steve had thrown at him.

"Cuffed or arrested?"

"both."

"I can take the handcuffs back and put them in your hands and I can send you to the Doukins to take my place. You'll find the answer to your question."

Austin chuckled as he climbed onto his bike. Steve got into his arms too. Beth has to take care of six unconscious men.

Austin drove his bike at high speed. As soon as he saw Doukins' car, he slowed down his bike.

Steve, who understood what Austin was thinking, took the Austin shotgun hanging around the man's neck.

Austin aligned his bike with the Doukins. Light the horn blindly to attract the attention of the agents in it. The car glass is opened. A shocked roar was clearly imprinted there as it looked at the faces of Austin and Steve.

"How are you, Doukins?" Steve greeted with a mocking mimic. Before the man replied, Austin had already raised the pace of his bike. Steve then aimed at his rifle, shooting at the tire of the car until it lost balance. They laughed when they saw the car rolling out of control.