Chapter 142 The Vortex

• Before Ryan could even react, Michael quickly stepped forward, clamping his hand over the man's mouth and nose. "If you want to live, you'll keep it together. Otherwise, I'll send you straight to hell," Michael said in a low, dangerous voice as he pulled out a gun and aimed it coldly at the man.
• The young researcher froze, eyes wide, staring at the black muzzle of the gun. He was terrified, but the vortex hadn't claimed his life yet—there was still a chance to survive, or at least hope for a miracle. But the gun in his face was a far more immediate threat. The survival instinct kicked in, and the man, trembling, clamped his hands over his mouth and nose, forcing back his tears.
• Michael relaxed slightly.