The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 255 Rescue Nicole
Lights in the upscale compound blinked on, followed by a piercing scream that shattered the quiet of the night.
Just as Tristan led his team of mercs to the scene, a man came crashing out of a window, hitting the ground with a sickening crunch—blood and flesh everywhere. Tristan immediately recognized the body.
"Nicole’s dad."
"If he turns, shoot straight to the head!"
"Roger!" Five mercenaries stayed behind, ready in case he zombified.
Tristan and the rest dashed into the building. The elevators were down, so they bolted up the stairs.
By the time they hit the 12th floor, a trail of bloody footprints led them down a dim corridor to an apartment, its front door gaping wide.
Tristan flicked his sword hilt with his thumb, activating the scanner. A beam of orange laser burst out. He crept forward, stepping over blood pools and mangled bodies scattered all over the floor.
From inside came the deep growl of a beast—he raised his sword and stepped inside.
A topless man with bulging veins lined down his back had a woman dangling by the throat in mid-air, chuckling in a bone-chilling tone.
"Traitors always pay, Nicole... I actually had feelings for you, once. Joke’s on me."
Nicole’s half-lidded eyes finally caught sight of Tristan, a faint flicker of hope lighting up in them.
"Nathaniel!"
The name made him turn. He seemed more put-together than a mutating bio-weapon ought to be—his movements had become smooth, calculated. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
He let Nicole drop into his arms, then turned to Tristan, mocking: "Ever wonder what kind of freak a bio-human and a regular human could make together?"
Nicole shook her head weakly, voice trembling. "No... Please, don’t..."
Nathaniel locked an arm around her and dragged his slimy tongue across her cheek. The thick green goo dripping from his mouth made Nicole gag.
"Disgusted? Oh, you’ll have worse than me. My zombie army will keep you company... Maybe you’ll end up carrying one of our little monsters."
He laughed darkly. "Used to be a high-ranking Defense Minister... till you ruined me, Tristan. Tonight, I make you one of us."
Tristan eyed the scorched holes all over Nathaniel’s torso, scoffing, "You missed your window for recovery. Those injuries? Permanent."
"You did this!" Nathaniel spat, yanking Nicole with one arm while his other—its fingers now sharp claws—swiped at Tristan.
Sword mid-air, Tristan hesitated as Nathaniel dragged Nicole in the way.
In that moment, one of the bodies on the ground twitched.
"Headshot, now!" Tristan barked.
"No!" Nicole let out a desperate cry.
Gunfire exploded, thick with smoke and metallic tang. The room reeked of blood. Nicole went limp in Nathaniel’s arms; holding her up became a chore.
Tristan seized the moment and slashed down. Nathaniel tried to dodge, but it was too late—one pulsing veiny arm hit the ground with a wet thud.
He couldn’t feel pain, but fury flared in his eyes. Limbs don’t grow back.
He chucked Nicole at Tristan. Sword deactivated in a blur of orange light, Tristan caught her just in time.
Nathaniel spun and leaped out the shattered window.
"Damn it! He bolted!"
He handed Nicole off to a team member, stepped to the window, eyes narrowing. "He’s not getting far."
Nathaniel hit the ground hard, looked up—and froze.
Zeta Prime stood there, one mechanical arm morphing into a loaded weapon.
"Zeta Prime heard you laughing. Trying to mimic me, huh? You knock-off wannabe."
The gun clicked into place. A shot rang out, blasting into Nathaniel’s left arm.Nathaniel’s left arm was blasted clean off and landed several meters away.
Zeta Prime let out a mischievous cackle. "Trying to copy me? You’re just a cheap knockoff!"
Then it aimed at Nathaniel’s knees and fired — one shot each. With that kind of firepower, it was basically like getting hit by an AK-47. Both knees blown out, he was as good as crippled.
Lying there, missing both an arm and his legs, Nathaniel glared at Zeta Prime, eyes full of venom.
"Turns out, even a top-notch bioweapon can’t beat a robot."
Tristan walked down the stairs slowly, calm and composed. He stopped beside him and said, "Your brother can’t save you this time."
Nathaniel’s eyes darkened. "So, you’ve figured it all out."
Tristan let out a short laugh. "Even the slyest fox leaves a trail. You’ve turned into a real monster, Nathaniel. Sit tight and wait for your big brother to come rescue you. Not that he’s in any position to."
"What’s that supposed to mean?"
Tristan tilted a cigarette between his lips, grinning with a bit of a roguish vibe. "Take it literally. Michelle Irwin— she was your pawn, wasn’t she?"
"Michelle?" Nathaniel sneered. "So that idiot got exposed? Useless piece of crap! If you’ve got the guts, just finish me off!"
Tristan took a deep drag. The tip of the cigarette glowed dim red. "Nah, you’re more useful as a lab rat."
He jerked his chin. "Stick him in the cage. He’s going to the Genexa Medical Research Lab. They’re gonna cook up a vaccine with his serum."
Zeta Prime nodded. "Understood, Master."
As Nathaniel was dragged away, Tristan called Cameron Brooks to arrange the press conference.
One of the mercenaries looked down at the woman in his arms. "Boss, what about her?"
Tristan paused for a moment. "Take her to the Reid family estate."
Nicole was sent back, while Tristan drove straight to the Capitol City Council Hall for the presser.
The media from all over the country had gathered — some snapping photos, others filming.
"I heard there was a crash out by the outskirts tonight."
"Crash? More like a murder. Word is there’re just two heads left at the scene. I think they were from the morgue staff."
"What about the bodies? That’s creepy as hell."
"And I heard one of the heads was too mangled to recognize..."
By the time Tristan arrived, Cameron Brooks was already waiting at the door. When he spotted him, he approached quickly. "Everything’s set, Boss."
Tristan nodded, took off his blood-stained jacket, and slipped on the black suit Cameron had hung over his arm.
As he stepped into the venue, the room instantly went quiet.
He moved to the podium and kicked off the press conference.
"It’s already 2 a.m. Sorry for waking you, but this matter is urgent — not just for our country’s security, but for everyone’s safety. Take a look at the screen."
On the LED screen behind him, footage rolled showing Nathaniel being taken down in a secure facility.
The crowd stirred — some murmured he shouldn’t have taken matters into his own hands, others criticized the use of force.
But then the footage switched: Nathaniel bursting out of the morgue van, a bloody head in his mouth, fully transformed into a bio-zombie.
A gasp rippled through the room. After all, it’d only been two months since the last bio outbreak. Was it starting again?
Even more chilling than that image were the things Charles said when he showed up — enough to make everyone’s skin crawl.
