A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 450 450: Deadly Cabin

"Big brother..."

Sydney Tanner called out plaintively.

Barclay Summers merely shot her a glare.

Sydney Tanner wiped away her tears.

She forced herself to sit up.

Crawled to Barclay Summers' feet, her knees on the ground.

One hand gripped Barclay Summers' object, opened her mouth, and took it in.

Out of excitement.

Barclay Summers tilted his head back, exhaled a long breath.

A rough hand seized Sydney Tanner's hair brutally, under his strong control, her movements sped up considerably.

It still didn't seem enough.

Barclay Summers lifted her from the ground.

Sat her directly on the table, pulled Sydney Tanner into his embrace.

Then tore off her loose clothing in one swift motion.

Two massive objects swayed in front of him.

A rough hand instantly covered the tender white rabbit on the left, kneading it vigorously, pressing it.

That fierce face, filled with murderous intent, licked the other white rabbit, saliva dripped onto the prominent, charming peaks.

At that moment.

Sydney Tanner's eyes turned to Dirk Carter, who was restrained.

Her face was full of emptiness and despair.

Dirk Carter struggled desperately.

But his wrists were bound tight.

He couldn't break free at all.

With a tearing sound.

Barclay Summers actually ripped open Sydney Tanner's thin pants.

Pushed her onto the filthy bed beside Dirk Carter.

First, spread her legs apart.

Buried his face there.

After some panting.

Aimed at Sydney Tanner's flower and thrust hard inside.

"Scream, scream for me."

Thrust a few times in succession.

Lying there, Sydney Tanner was completely silent.

Barclay Summers got angry, slapped her face multiple times.

Grabbed her soft chest, leaving several red marks with his fingers.

Seeing Sydney Tanner still didn't scream.

Barclay Summers filled with rage, pulled out, murmured, "Won't scream, huh? Today I'll just kill you."

He finished speaking.

Grabbed a forearm-thick wooden stick from a corner, spread Sydney Tanner's legs, and was about to thrust it in.

Sydney Tanner's face turned ashen with fear.

Just then.

The phone in Barclay Summers' pocket suddenly rang.

The sound startled Barclay Summers as if given an electric shock.

He threw the stick to the ground fiercely, angrily saying, "Consider yourself lucky, bitch."

Then pulled out his phone hurriedly, pushed the door open, and went out to take the call.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to take his hunting rifle with him.

At this moment, Sydney Tanner was huddled in the corner, hugging her knees. Ten minutes ago, Dirk Carter was hostile towards Sydney Tanner, but now, he had reconciled, understanding that she was also a victim.

"Sydney Tanner, help me loosen the ropes."

Dirk Carter shouted.

Sydney Tanner glanced at Dirk Carter, then buried her head back into her knees, unmoving.

"Sydney Tanner, if you help me get free, I can protect you."

Dirk Carter lowered his voice and shouted again.

But Sydney Tanner still did not respond.

At this point, footsteps were heard again outside.

Bang went the door again, getting kicked open.

A figure stumbled in, falling directly onto the ground.

It was a woman.

Appearing to be around thirty years old.

Dirty all over, even her hair was full of dry leaves.

The woman wore a light down jacket on her upper body, tight jeans on the lower, and a pair of sports shoes, looking to have a nice figure.

There were no restraints on her body.

She quickly got up after falling, first glanced at Sydney Tanner in the corner, then looked at Dirk Carter, who was tied up, a flicker of fear in her eyes, before Barclay Summers re-entered.

The door banged shut again.

Barclay Summers sat on the bed holding a hunting rifle, leaning it against his chest, pointed in the woman's direction, saying, "This man is here to save you."

The woman flinched, glanced at Dirk Carter, and said, "I don't know him."

"Let me introduce him, he is called Dirk Carter, your organization's new leader."

Upon hearing this, the woman felt a jolt of shock in her heart.

Simultaneously, Dirk Carter felt a shock too.

Seeing as Barclay Summers was just a mere farmer, but could clearly state Dirk Carter's identity, it indicated that someone must be controlling everything from behind.

That phone call earlier, must have had instructions from a mastermind.

"Minister Carter?"

The woman asked in disbelief.

Dirk Carter nodded, asking, "You are... Comrade Genevieve?"

The woman grunted, looked towards Barclay Summers, and asked, "What do you want?"

Barclay Summers sneered perversely, "Nothing much, just facilitating some good between you two."

"Good? What good?"

Dirk Carter asked.

It was at that moment.

Barclay Summers suddenly stood up, pointed the gun straight at Dirk Carter's head.

Looked at Genevieve, commanded, "You, strip all the clothes off."

Genevieve froze.

Instinctively covered her chest, asked, "What are you doing?"

Barclay Summers gave a sinister laugh, especially with his hollow eyes, the laughter was more horrifying.

He said, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in women as dried out as you. I told you to strip, so strip, or I'll pull the trigger right now."

With that.

He placed his hand on the trigger.

"Comrade Genevieve, don't mind me, he won't dare to shoot."

Dirk Carter said.

Barclay Summers chuckled, eyed Sydney Tanner, said, "Come now, sister-in-law, tell them if I dare to shoot or not?"

Sydney Tanner dared not speak.

Barclay Summers raised one hand.

Sydney Tanner appeared immensely terrified.

Said, "He dares to shoot, he dares to kill. My husband, his own brother, was killed by him a week ago, buried in his yard. Do as he says or he'll really kill you."

What?

He killed his own brother?

This man before their eyes.

Is he a real demon?

Barclay Summers laughed carelessly, saying, "Hehe, I'll count to three, strip immediately, or prepare to retrieve your leader's corpse."

"Three!"

"Two!"

Countdown was nearing the final number.

Genevieve rose from the ground.

Grit her teeth, said, "Don't move, I'll strip, I'm doing it now."

"Comrade Genevieve!"

Dirk Carter called out helplessly.

Genevieve ignored him, unzipping the down jacket directly.

Underneath was a tight-fitting sweater.

She also took it off directly.

In the blink of an eye, only a pink lace bra remained on her upper body.

"Don't just freeze there, take off that last piece too."

Barclay Summers' eyes greedily scanned her body.

Genevieve's hands reached behind her, unhooked her bra.

The bra fell, and those not-too-large rabbits were exposed.

Although petite, they were not flat.

About a C cup in size, estimably covered by a single hand.

"Continue."

Barclay Summers commanded.

Genevieve undid the button of her jeans.

After pulling down her pants.

Extensive white legs were revealed.

Smooth skin.

Straight long legs.

And between her legs, the small panties.

And beneath that cover, the shadowy, intermittently visible Black Forest...