Chapter 16
Reznov adjusted his tactical goggles, trying to pick up Ethan's heat signature through the thick cloud of smoke.
Suddenly, Ethan materialized out of the fog directly beside Reznov, grabbing the barrel of his assault rifle and driving his knee into the mercenary's ribs.
Reznov gasped, dropping the rifle and pulling a heavy combat knife from his belt.
The two lethal operatives engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat inside the smoky library.
Reznov slashed his knife in a rapid lethal arc, cutting through Ethan's tactical sleeve.
Ethan ignored the sting of the wound, catching Reznov’s wrist, twisting the blade back toward the contractor’s own shoulder.
Ethan swept Reznov’s legs, slamming the massive Russian warrior onto the hardwood floor.
Before Reznov could recover, Ethan drove a heavy right cross to his jaw, knocking the commander unconscious instantly.
Ethan stood up, breathing heavily as the smoke slowly began to clear under the ventilation fans.
In the far corner of the library, old Marcus Vance was cowering behind his mahogany desk, holding a small pearl-handled revolver with both hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Stay back!" Marcus shrieked, his voice cracking with pathetic terror. "I'll shoot! I swear to God I'll shoot you!"
Ethan walked slowly toward the desk, stepping over broken glass and bullet casings.
He didn't draw his gun; he just walked with cold, relentless purpose until he stood directly over the trembling billionaire.
Ethan reached out his gloved hand, gently grabbing the barrel of Marcus's revolver and pulling it out of the old man's weak grip.
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Ethan tossed the gun onto the desk, leaning down until his cold eyes were inches from Marcus's pale face.
"Your money couldn't save your sons," Ethan said quietly. "It couldn't save your reputation, and it won't save you tonight."
