Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 688 "Like showing off, huh? You-stand up." The man pressed the barrel of his gun to Khloe's forehead. Nick's chest tightened painfully, but fearing that any reaction might set the man off, he could only watch helplessly as Khloe, trembling and drenched in cold sweat, slowly rose under duress. Her eyes flicked toward the elderly woman struggling on the floor. The man glanced at Khloe, then shifted his gaze to Ryan, sitting rigid and tense in the middle of the bus. "You, get up. You, sit in his seat." The man ordered Khloe and Ryan to switch places. Ryan's eyes widened in shock.

His body trembled violently at the command, but he didn't dare move. The man's patience snapped. "Hurry up! Or I'll blow you away first!" Ryan gritted his teeth, leapt up, clasped his head, and dropped to his knees, gasping for air. The next instant, nothing happened. Khloe, with the gun stil ---- pressed against her forehead, was forced into the seat Ryan had just vacated. "| warned you-don't move." The man's cold voice hissed in her ear. He turned toward Nick with a mocking smirk and casually picked up a small black device blinking with a red dot. Fear flared in Nick's eyes.

He seemed to understand the danger, but before he could react, a "beep" sounded from the device in the man's hand. A foreboding chill ran through Khloe. Her brows knitted as she felt a subtle vibration under the seat. "What did you do?" Suddenly, the man's accomplice stepped forward from behind. As the man turned, a heavy fist smashed into his face. The accomplice snatched the device from his hand, furious. "What the hell are you doing?! Do you want to die?!" "Why get so worked up? They're all going to die anyway.

Isn't it more thrilling this way?" The man wiped his mouth with a shrug, letting out a cold, unconcerned snort. But the accomplice ignored him, shoving the crazed man aside. He turned to Khloe, voice sharp and urgent. "Sit still! The bomb ---- under your seat has been activated. The moment you leave it. you'll be blown to pieces!" The words froze everyone on the bus. The middle-aged man nearly lost control, his body betraying him in panic. Khloe's mind went blank; terror stole her breath for a few seconds. Ryan, on the floor, finally understood.

When he'd been forced onto the bus, the seat assigned to him had been rigged with a bomb. They had claimed it would detonate if he moved-but the man had left a final safety mechanism. Without triggering it, leaving the seat wouldn't immediately set off the explosion. Now, the safety had been disabled. Anyone leaving that seat would trigger a catastrophe for the entire bus. The man looked around at their terrified expressions and suddenly laughed. "Relax. People die sooner or later anyway. Don't you think... there's some grandeur in the way you'll go?" The accomplice snapped.

He grabbed the man by the collar, furious, as if he wanted to smash his skull right there. "Crazy bastard! Even if you don't want to live, don't drag me into it" ---- Their job was simple: take the money, follow the orders. Whether the passengers lived or died didn't concern them. But now, his partner was unhinged. The accomplice had dismissed rumors about the organization accepting reckless new recruits-now he realized just how terrifying that recklessness could be. The crazed man patted his partner's hand and sneered, "Relax. We're getting paid to risk our lives anyway.

Don't you enjoy the thrill?"