Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

When the sergeant saw that Tyrone was about to get into his car, he quickly caught up to Tyrone and reminded in a soft voice,
“It’s our fault. However, if we chase after them and the criminals feel that they can’t escape from us, they will likely harm the
hostage.”
Tyrone froze and clenched his fist. His lips pursed as he mulled over the sergeant’s words.
These criminals were desperate and could do anything, even kill their hostage, if they felt that they would get caught anyway.
The sergeant coughed and added, “I suggest we don’t follow them too closely. We should confirm their location first, then find
ways to negotiate with them so as to maximize the safety of the hostage.
However, the hostage... It’s inevitable that she will suffer...”
At the thought of Sabrina being tortured by the kidnappers, Tyrone felt his heart constrict and his vision went gray at the edges.
But in order to ensure her safety, he had to do what the police sergeant suggested.
After a few seconds of silence, Tyrone nodded curtly.
“Okay.”
If it were anyone else, he would have asked the police to chase after them with all their might. But it was Sabrina, and he
couldn’t afford to risk her life in such a manner.
Tyrone couldn’t even bring himself to imagine what he would do if something happened to Sabrina.

“Tyrone, we caught one watchman. He was hiding in the ditch and almost got away,” Damon announced as he got out of the car
and marched toward Tyrone. One of Damon’s men also alighted from the backseat, dragging a man behind him.
This accomplice was short and thin, but his eyes darted around wildly.
Tyrone’s eyes blazed at the sight of this man.
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“What’s your name?” the sergeant asked as he took a voice recorder, pen, and notebook from his pocket. He was about to start
interrogating the accomplice when Tyrone closed the distance between him and the accomplice and kicked the latter viciously in
the abdomen.
The accomplice doubled over with a pained grunt and fell to the ground. He trembled with fear when he saw the rage in Tyrone’s
eyes.
For a moment, the sergeant was completely stunned. But when Tyrone moved closer, intent on beating the accomplice to within
an inch of his life, the sergeant snapped out of his shock and quickly stepped in Tyrone’s path.
“Calm down. Let me ask him some questions. Maybe I can get some useful information.”
The accomplice’s shoulders were hunched and his body was rigid, but he didn’t try to move from the ground. He wouldn’t doubt
Tyrone would kill him if no one stepped in and stopped Tyrone.
Tyrone glowered at the accomplice, and after a moment, he finally seemed to rethink his decision to beat the accomplice to
death. He turned around and stormed to the car.

The sergeant interrogated the accomplice on the spot.
Glenn Martel, the very accomplice, knew that there was no escape from the police, so he told them everything he knew in the
hope that they would reduce his sentence.
Glenn was the youngest son of his family. He was idle and enjoyed killing his time by hanging out with thugs. He often asked his
parents for money from time to time and never bothered to find a means to make his own money. His father still had to work in
his old age and died at a construction work site because of excessive workload. His mother died not long after.
After his parents’ death, Glenn was no longer under anyone’s supervision. To make money, Glenn became a thief and a fraud.
Soon, his path crossed with human traffickers.