Chapitre 127: Michael and Amon [2]

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Amon looked at his watch and clicked his tongue.

'This fucker…'

It had been minutes since he sent that message to Michael.

But he needed to reply to what his room number was.

Amon paced in the corridor, looking through various doors with many patients lying on the bed inside.

Fuck…

His plan would be ruined if it went to that.

Suddenly, a familiar scream resounded in Amon's ears.

His body immediately perked up.

On the lower floor, he recognized the location.

But he was sure he had checked it before.

Nevertheless, he ran at full speed through the corridor, throwing off even some doctors.

Reaching the staircase, he jumped across the railing, landing straight down.

He immediately saw a commotion in front of a door in the distance.

He quickly ran there and passed through the onlookers to see what was happening.

What greeted his eyes was a destroyed infirmary room, with burnt walls.