Tangled in His Obsession

Chapter 295

Hearing the news, Herman quickly turned his head to check on Keeley.

Naylor was a crack shot, every time he fired, the target was almost always hit. Those he knocked down had little chance of survival. And Keeley… had been shot in the chest.

“How is he?” Naylor asked, struggling to get the words out. “Is there any hope?”

Herman hesitated before replying, “No pulse. He’s gone.”

When Naylor heard that, he took a couple of deep breaths then said, “Call the police. Get an ambulance.”

Herman, still kneeling beside Keeley, didn’t answer.

“Herman?” Naylor suddenly called his name.

Herman turned around, then something suddenly appeared in his hand.

Upon seeing it, Naylor’s face changed slightly. “What is that?”

“It is a mini-camera,” Herman slowly replied. “I found it on him.”

“No way!” Naylor blurted out.

“Why would you say no way?” Herman shot back, his eyes sharp and filled with pain.

Naylor was at a loss for words.

Probably because Herman had this mini camera in his hand that was too obtrusive that he lost his mind and blurted out the words.

His denial was two-fold: firstly, he firmly believed Keeley would never betray him, and secondly, he had checked Keeley’s body when he fell and found nothing out of the ordinary.

But now, where did this mini-camera come from?

“I just think it’s strange…” he panted, “Let me see it.”

But Herman stood up suddenly and looked at him, “You deal with your wounds first. I left my phone in the car. I’ll call the police and ambulance.”

After saying that, Herman was about to leave, but Naylor stopped him immediately, “Herman!”

“Don’t worry,” Herman reassured as he walked away, “I’ll take good care of this camera. If I find anything, I’ll let you know right away.”

Then Naylor was silent for a while, and then his voice became low and hoarse, “That’s enough.”

Herman slowly stopped and turned around, only to see the barrel of Naylor’s gun pointed at him.

“Give me the camera,” Naylor said wearily.

Clearly, he had had enough of this game and he didn’t want to continue.

Herman’s face was calm, but his eyes were filled with despair. “You called me here to be your witness, didn’t you?”

“You’ve overstepped,” Naylor replied.

Herman sneered, “Or was this all part of your plan?”

Naylor just watched him, not denying it.

From the moment he received the call from Keeley, he had a plan in mind. No matter what Keeley intended to do, he wouldn’t give him. another opportunity. And conveniently, Keeley had kidnapped his wife, offering him the perfect opportunity.

But that wasn’t enough, he needed a perfect witness, and Herman, who had grown suspicious, was the perfect choice.

If he could successfully kill Keeley and have Herman testify, then everything would be perfect.

But if things went wrong, like now…

“If you kill me, you can pin the blame on Keeley,” Herman said slowly, “Keeley becomes the kidnapper and murderer. I become the unfortunate police officer who lost his life in the line of duty, and you… the victim and the self-defender, solving two major problems at once. Perfect, isn’t it?”

Naylor didn’t answer, but his eyes darkened.

Just then, Herman moved quickly.

Almost simultaneously, Naylor’s gun fired again!

Herman managed to dodge in time, but Naylor was no amateur. Even though Herman dodged, the bullet still hit his shoulder!

Herman fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Naylor slowly approached him, Herman looked at him and said with difficulty, “Why?”

“Everyone has their own path. There’s no why,” Naylor responded slowly.

Herman laughed, “When I found out it was you, I was heartbroken. I hoped it was all a misunderstanding, or some sort of mistake…”

Naylor shook his head slowly, seemingly unwilling to say more.

“You were my mentor, and yet you can kill me without hesitation… I really… should admire you…” Herman laughed again.

“You chose this,” Naylor said.

Just as he finished speaking, a distant sound approached, from faint to clear.

It was a siren.

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Naylor’s face paled slightly as he looked at Herman..

“I called the police a while ago,” Herman said. “Can you really explain yourself if you kill me now?”

Naylor listened and said slowly, “You’re two dead people. Why can’t I explain it clearly myself?” With that, he aimed the gun at Herman’s chest again.

But just then, a sigh came from behind him.

Naylor’s face changed again.

Keeley, who was supposedly dead, had somehow managed to get back on his feet.

Rubbing his chest, he looked at Naylor, “But I’m still alive. How are you going to explain that?”

Naylor, infuriated, immediately fired.

Herman, using all his strength, tackled Naylor to the ground.

Both men were covered in blood, wrestling on the floor.

When the police burst in, Keeley looked at the two men on the ground, took a couple of steps back, put his hands over his head, and crouched down.

Seraphina rushed to the hospital as soon as she heard the news, but she didn’t see Herman until the evening.

Leandro also came to the hospital, accompanying her to see Herman.

The other police officers from Herman’s team were also in the room, their faces grim.

After all… the one being arrested was Naylor.

Herman had rernoved the bullet and given his statement. He looked wiped out and a bit spaced out.

“You okay?” Seraphina immediately rushed over and asked, “You alright?”

Herman lifted his head to look at her, then turned to Leandro, and finally said to Seraphina, “Don’t sweat it, Keeley’s fine, my mentor… Naylor, he’s been nabbed on the spot.”

After hearing this, Seraphina heaved a big sigh of relief.

She had initially thought this would happen later.

Even though they had confirmed Naylor was the head honcho of the criminal gang, they never had any concrete evidence to pin him down. This time, Herman took the risk and finally bagged solid evidence. No matter what, Naylor was guilty as sin, no wiggle room. “You’ve worked hard.” Seraphina said.

Herman glanced at her and slowly said, “You were right to rope in Keeley. This time, he helped me.”