Her Rebirth of Retribution
Chapter 199 It Was Jarrett

Without a moment to catch his breath, Callahan hurried back with the remaining four of his comrades, hoping to replace survivors among the rest.

Quickly, he let out a small sigh of relief. They were all wearing bulletproof vests, so unless they were shot in the head, their injuries were relatively minor. Indeed, he managed to replace his comrades who were still alive.

Even then, out of the fourteen people under Callahan's command, only seven remained. The mortality rate of fifty percent was clear evidence of the brutality of his line of work. Having seen the hardships they had just gone through, Jarrett generously sent over their payment.

Callahan's men, supporting each other, left the area, leaving only Callahan behind. He was covered in blood, wearily looking at Jarrett and his, who were virtually unscathed.

"Even though I felt somewhat used, I still need to express my gratitude to you. Please, you must eliminate that b*stard, Sterling. He's responsible for the deaths of my seven comrades!"

With a serious expression, Jarrett assured, "Don't worry. This is the last you've seen of him."

Callahan cast a deep gaze into the depths of the cave, then asked, "Can I know what's really in there? If it's just the K virus, then Sterling's reaction doesn't make sense."

"If curiosity is what drives you, remember that it killed the cat. If you're thinking of trading this information for money, well... the outcome will only be tragic."

Calista walked out with a smile, clad in black and her hair tied in a ponytail. She appeared formidable yet fragile, her delicate features making her look like a stunning statue. Yet, her gaze was akin to that of the Grim Reaper, carrying a subtle yet undeniable hint of murderous intent.

"I understand now..." Callahan's lips had turned a bit pale as he quickly walked out. From that day forward, he would never underestimate any girl who looked frail.

Blood stains marred Calista's face, though it was unclear when they had splattered there. Against her skin, as white and smooth as snow, they made for a gruesome sight.

Originally, Jarrett wanted to reach out and wipe it off, but the aura surrounding Calista was incredibly hostile. Particularly in this dimly lit space, she resembled a glowing, bloodthirsty angel. Even her smile had a murderous edge.

"What's wrong?" Calista noticed his gaze and reached up to wipe her face. Accidentally, her fingers smeared the blood on her cheek, creating a startling contrast. The vivid hue of blood made her face stunningly beautiful in that moment. Jarrett found his breath growing somewhat ragged. He reached for his cigarette case, only to realize he had left it behind.

Calista glanced at her hand and flashed a smile. "Oh, it seems I've gotten some blood on me."

Her luscious red lips and pristine white teeth slowly unveiled, almost causing Jarrett to flee in panic.

"I'm going to check if Sterling is dead yet!"

Calista watched his retreating figure, tilting her head slightly. She didn't follow him. Instead, she sent a message to Derek: We can now gather all of the Fairchild family's forces in Corleon. The item I want must be obtained without any mistakes.

Given the significant mobilization of

forces, all members of the Fairchild family in Corleon had to seek approval from Kallum. Upon

receiving the news that Calista

required so many people, Kallum's

first reaction was to worry if she had been injured.

So, without a second thought, Kallum approved it and gave his instructions.

"Lock in her position; we're heading there too. Be quick about it!"

Quintus promptly nodded. "Yes, Mr. Kallum."

At that moment, he could never have imagined that it wasn't Calista who was hurt but rather Sterling.

Sterling's face was ashen, a picture of utter despair. One misstep had led to a lifetime of regret. He never anticipated that a single moment of negligence would land him in a predicament with no way out. "Boss, what do we do? Waylon is done for!"

Before the man could finish his words, Waylon staggered a few steps before dying on the spot.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, the only sound being the fearful breaths that felt suffocating.

Their escape route was blocked, and ahead lay a laboratory teeming with viruses. The first person who ventured in rushed out in less than a minute, only to start running a fever shortly after. Within minutes, they were dead.

At this point, only Sterling and his four loyal subordinates were left alive.

The unseen virus had traumatized them. Coupled with the fact that there were people guarding outside, they were subjected to both physical and mental torment. Each one of them was on edge, about to mentally break down at the slightest trigger. This time, Sterling brought along those he trusted the most. If they were to die, then his own demise wouldn't be far off.

At that moment, an insidious voice echoed.

"How pitiful. Do you wish to live? Beg me, and I might consider showing you mercy."

At last, Sterling recognized who it was. Gripped by hysteria, he cried out, "Jarrett, it's you!"

Or rather, it was just as expected. Obviously, only Jarrett would be bold enough to assist Calista. Not only were they close friends, but Jarrett would stand to gain the most with Sterling's death.

Jarrett no longer appeared as

flustered as he had been in front of

Calista. Donning his glasses and dressed impeccably, he stood there in a relaxed manner. If he had glass of wine in hand, he looked as if he could easily blend into any social gathering.

Sterling forced himself to stay calm. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Jarrett,

are you really going to help Calista kill me? Do you know what's behind this cave? It's the treasure left behind by Uriah, worth over ten billion! Uriah was from country L, but the treasure is in Corleon. To keep this a secret, who's to say she won't turn on you next after you kill me?"