Chapter 151

A sharp crack echoed through the air. Jackson's arm twisted at an unnatural angle, and a wave of searing pain shot through his entire body. He let out a low, pained growl. "Who are you people?" The two men wore baseball caps and face masks, revealing only cold, steely eyes, void of any emotion. Throughout the fight, their clothes remained perfectly unruffled. Their skills were extraordinary, and Jackson felt a deep sense of self-doubt creeping in. Before leaving, one of them said coldly, "You're unworthy of being a soldier. Cross the line again, and we'll break your other arm." With that, they turned and walked away. Jackson was livid. He fumbled for his phone, intending to call the police. But before he could dial, his superior's call came through. The voice on the other end was filled with bitter disappointment. "Jackson, you've really lost your mind. Do you have any idea who you've crossed?" Still panting, Jackson gritted his teeth and demanded, "Mr. Stroud, who sent those