Chapter 170 The Bender

• Early the next morning, at an abondoned building in the middle of the northwestern dessert, Barry Jackson and his father, Jacob Jackson stood few feet away. Barry held a Luger in his hand and stared a hundred metres away where three Heineken bottles were placed above a few wooden logs.
• "Before I shoot at the target, I need you to tell me what the hell exactly is going on dad," Barry said without looking at his old man.
• "Son, like I promised you last night, I'll tell you everything today," the old man tapped on Barry's shoulder. "Son, you see, there's an enemy looking for you. But this kind of enemy is nothing like what you've gone against before. This is the same enemy that made me pack up and leave."