The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 112

Bang!

A gunshot sound echoed in the car park, and a split second later, a bodyguard fell to the ground and lay

motionless.

He was dead.

Tyrell’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw the body of the murdered bodyguard. He was certain that

the bullet was intended for him, but he was pushed away at the last second by Darius, resulting in the

bodyguard taking the bullet in his place.

Tyrell’s eyes clouded over in grief at the bodyguard’s dead body, before rage seeped into them. The

gunshot was a lethal one, as the bullet pierced his bodyguard’s heart, killing him on the spot.

Whoever the shooter was intended to end his life immediately, and not give him a chance to survive even

with the help of world class medical specialists. There was no way he was going to let such a person go

scot free.

“Go after him!” Tyrell yelled furiously and pointed at the direction the gunshot came from. If looks could

kill, Darius was sure that the shooter would be six feet under already.

“Do not let him escape! Bring him back to me, alive or dead!” Tyrell roared loudly. He didn’t care if the

shooter was brought to him dead or alive; all he wanted was justice for his murdered bodyguard.

Eight bodyguards immediately rushed towards the direction the gunshot came from, leaving the two

bodyguards behind.

“Why are you two not going after the shooter?!” Tyrell asked the two bodyguards that were left behind

angrily.

“We can’t leave you alone. If there’s another shooter or murderer lurking in the shadows, we will be

unable to protect you.” The first bodyguard answered respectfully but firmly.

“Yes. Besides, the eight of them would be able to capture the shooter, and our presence is unneeded.”

The second bodyguard added.

Tyrell didn’t respond to them, as their answers were truly logical. In truth, he was afraid of being left

alone by the bodyguards, incase another shooter was still lurking in the dark. If that happened, he

wouldn’t be able to defend himself.

Tyrell then turned to Darius who was standing by the side. His eyes were fixed in the direction of the

gunshot, and he seemed to be deep in thought.

“Mr. Reid?” Tyrell asked tentatively. He knew that Darius was the one who saved his life at the last

moment by pushing him away; so he was very grateful to Darius.

He was about to speak again, but Darius interrupted him.

“The shooter has escaped. They won’t be able to find him.” Darlus stated mysteriously.

Tyrell was in shock at Darius’ statement. What do you mean, Mr. Reid? Tyrell asked; his voice laced with

confusion and disbelief.

Darius didn’t say anything and entered his Mercedes Benz S Class. He then started the vehicle and

drove off, teaving the confused Tyrell and the two bodyguards behind,

Tyrell looked at the leaving Mercedes Benz S Class in bewilderment. However, some seconds later, the

eight bodyguards returned with looks of dejections and frustration on their faces.

“Where is the shooter?” Tyrell asked, frowning slightly.

“We lost him.” A bodyguard replied dejectedly.

Tyrell didn’t respond to them. Instead he stared at the quickly diminishing image of Darius’ car, replaying

Darius’ last words to him with a complex expression on his face.

Darius naturally had no idea that the bodyguards had already returned to Tyrell’s side. As he drove, the

only thing on his mind was the assassination attempt on Tyrell.

He had no idea why Tyrell was shot at, but he felt that the shooter must have really wanted him dead, as

he had the audacity to shoot at him in broad daylight. If he didn’t sense the incoming danger a split

second earlier, Tyrell would have really lost his life.

Moreover, Darius could vaguely feel that after the shooter was unsuccessful in his murder attempt, he

instantly packed up his weapons and escaped. His presence vanished from Darius’ radar in less than

thirty seconds.

It was why Darius was very confident that the bodyguards would be unable to capture the shooter.

Darius thoughts then shifted to his body. He could feel that the changes in his body were now more

profound than they were the previous day. He was now very uneasy about this, because he had no idea

why he was encountering changes in his body.

In addition, he could sense that these changes were only the beginning and not the end of it.

Darius was at a loss on what to do. As he was too deep in thought, he was hardly focused on the road

he was driving. It wasn’t until he heard some loud screams that he focused his attention back on the

road.

When he returned his gaze to the road, he noticed an elderly man standing in the center of it. It was too

late for Darius to steer his car away from the old man at that point.

Crash!

“F*ck!” Darius yelled as his car crashed into the old man. Darius quickly controlled the car and pulled it to

a stop before rushing out of his car.

The elderly man lay motionless on the floor in a pool of blood. One glance at him led one to believe he

was dead. People who were present when the accident occurred rushed over to where the elderly man

lay.

When Darius got to where the old man lay, he pushed the crowd aside and moved in to check the old

man’s pulse. Luckily, he could sense a weak pulse coming from the old man. He breathed out a sign of

relief at that. This meant that the old man was not killed on the spot by his car.

He took off the light Jacket he wore and wrapped it around the old man’s bleeding wound before lifting

him up and placing him gently in the back seat of his Mercedes Benz S Class.

He then climbed into the driver’s seat, used his car GPS to find the closest hospital to his location, and

sped there while blaming his lack of attention.

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