Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 810: Hero Saving The Beauty

The moment hung in the air like a blade about to fall—Sarah’s shattered breath, Diaz’s sickening grin, the tension coiling tighter than a spring. I could feel the weight of her despair, the crush of her realizations, the rage burning through her like wildfire.

It was time.

With a thought, I teleported back to the warehouse gates, my body moving like a phantom on the wind. I hovered just outside, my invisibility still cloaking me as I reached into the system storage—and summoned my twin swords.

The blades materialized in my hands, their steel gleaming under the flickering warehouse lights, the runed edges humming with barely contained energy. I deactivated my invisibility—

And stepped into the warehouse like a storm.

”STOP!”

My voice boomed through the space, raw and desperate, as if I’d just arrived, as if I’d run the whole way. I sprinted forward, my boots pounding against the concrete, my swords flashing as I shoved two thugs aside like they were nothing.

Every head in the warehouse snapped toward me.

Sarah whirled, her eyes wide, her breath catching as she saw me charging toward her. The hope that flared in her gaze was almost painful—raw, desperate, disbelieving.

”Jack...?” Her voice cracked, her body trembling as I closed the distance between us.

I didn’t slow down.

My boots slammed against the cracked concrete, the echo bouncing off the corrugated metal walls like a war drum. The three thugs behind Sarah didn’t even see me coming—until my shoulder crashed into the first, sending him flying into his companions like bowling pins.

”Sarah, get behind me.” My voice was a growl, raw and urgent, my chest heaving as if I’d run miles to get here. But my eyes—cold, lethal—never left the circle of predators closing in.

Sarah didn’t move. She just stared at me, her face pale, her lips trembling, her mind struggling to reconcile the man she’d accused with the one now standing between her and death. ”Jack... I—I’m sorry...” Her voice broke, her body shaking as tears cut clean paths through the dirt on her cheeks. ”I thought—”

I didn’t let her finish.

With a firm grip, I yanked her behind me, my voice a dark whisper. ”Don’t say anything.” My fingers tightened around my swords, their blades humming with lethal energy. ”I know everything.”

Then—

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

The slow, mocking applause echoed through the warehouse like a death knell. Javier stepped forward, his grinning face twisted with sadistic amusement, his claps ringing out like gunshots.

”What a good show...” His voice dripped with sarcasm, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. ”Are we shooting some movie here?” He spread his arms, his laughter booming.

”Where the hero makes his grand entry to save the beauty...” His chuckle was grating, hollow. ”And kill the villain?” His laughter exploded, filling the space with its venom. ”HA! HA! HAA! HAA!”

Diaz joined in, his voice a nasally sneer. ”Look at this idiot!” He laughed, pointing at my swords. ”He brought swords to a gunfight!” His mockery echoed, bouncing off the walls. ”HA HA HA!”

Javier’s smile vanished, his voice turning deadly. ”What are you waiting for...?”

The three men behind me lunged.

I whirled.

My swords flashed in a blinding arc, severing the first man’s arm at the elbow. Blood sprayed in a crimson arc, his scream piercing the air as his limb thudded to the ground.

The second and third stumbled back, but my blades were already moving—slicing through wrists, forearms, six limbs falling like rotten fruit from a tree. The men howled, clutching their stumps, blood gushing between their fingers as they collapsed to their knees.

”AAAAAAAAH!” ”MY ARM! MY FUCKING ARM!” ”SOMEE!”

Their screams echoed, raw and desperate, as I kicked them aside like trash. Sarah flinched behind me, her breath hitching in horror, but I didn’t stop.

I shoved her behind me, my telekinesis flaring to life, creating an invisible barrier around us. The air shimmered for a split second—imperceptible to anyone but me.

Now, everyone was in front of me.

No one behind.

Diaz and the others fumbled for their guns, their faces draining of color.

Sarah saw the guns and panicked. ”Jack, no!” Her voice was desperate, her fingers digging into my arm. ”You should go...” Her tears fell faster. ”I don’t want you to die...”

I didn’t look at her.

My voice was steel. ”What are you afraid of...” I swung my swords in a circular motion, the blades humming through the air, ready for the storm. ”At worst, we die together.”

Sarah yelled, her voice raw. ”NO!”

Diaz snarled, his gun raising. ”BASTARD! DIE!”

The warehouse erupted in gunfire.

Bullets whizzed toward us—but my telekinesis was already active, bending the trajectory of every shot. To the men, it looked like my swords were moving at impossible speeds, deflecting the bullets with precise, blurring strikes.

The lead ricocheted off the invisible barrier, sparking against the metal walls, the concrete floor, the screams of the men mixing with the chaos.

”HOW THE FUCK IS THIS POSSIBLE?!” Javier roared, his voice cracking with terror.

I didn’t answer.

I moved.

My swords became a whirlwind of death, cutting through the air with telekinetic precision. Each bullet that fired was stopped—not by my blades, but by the invisible force around me. Yet to the men, it appeared as though my swords were blocking every shot, moving faster than the eye could track.

”WHAT THE HELL?!” ”HE’S NOT HUMAN!” ”SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM!”

The men stumbled back, their guns shaking in their hands, their eyes wide with horror. One fired again—I deflected the bullet with a flick of my wrist, the lead embedding itself in the chest of the man beside him. He gasped, blood bubbling at his lips, before collapsing to the ground.

”OH SHIT!” ”HE KILLED MARCO!” ”WHAT THE FUCK?!”

The last of the gunfire died in echoing cracks, replaced by the wet, ragged breaths of terrified men—men who had moments ago believed themselves hunters, now realizing they were prey.

I didn’t walk.

I moved like smoke.

One second, I was standing before Sarah, the next, I was gone—a blur, a shadow, a nightmare given form. My body phased through the air, reforming behind the first thug before his brain could even register my absence. My sword whispered through the air, so fast it hissed, and his head toppled from his shoulders in a clean, diagonal cut.

THUD.

His body stood for a heartbeat—blood fountaining from his neck like a geyser—before crashing to the ground, his head rolling toward Javier’s boots.

”WHAT THE—?!”

The second man turned, his gun raising—but I was already there, materializing behind him like a ghost. My blade flashed, and his head spun off his shoulders, bouncing once, twice, before settling near the first, his eyes still wide with shock, his mouth open in a silent scream.

THUD. THUD.

The third fired—too late. My sword punched through his chest, bursting out his back in a spray of blood and bone. I yanked it free, kicking his corpse aside as his head lolled, still attached—but only barely. A quick slash, and it joined the others.

THUD. THUD. THUD.