Page 90 of The Team

“They blew the compound and you were supposed?—”

“I was supposed to die in the blast,” Yin finished for him. “I was in hospital for months while they put me back together.”

“Yes. But you didn’t die. You didn’t even show symptoms. Your bloodwork showed anomalies in your BH3-only proteins that made you immune.”

Then Chen reached over Yin and grabbed Frankston from Yin, roared something in Mandarin, and threw him against the wall by the door.

Literally threw him.

He hit with a thud and crumpled to the floor, and before Rhett could register that Chen had just thrown an eighty-kilogram man two metres into a wall out of nothing but pure rage, Yin stepped over and picked him up.

Frankston was dazed and winded and scared. And Yin was fucking livid. The rage rolling off him was enough for Rhett to be on edge.

Christ.

Yin pinned him to the wall with a hand around his throat. “Who? Who was behind the tests? The explosion?”

Frankston was gasping, but the fucker still managed to smile, and Rhett knew the answer wasn’t going to be good.

“General Yuan,” he said. “Your own government.”

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

Rhett pushed his comms button. “King, are you getting this?”

“Already on it,” came his reply. There was background noise, as if the room King was in was just as chaotic as the room Rhett was standing in.

Yin was stunned, pale, and Tan laughed. That fucker laughed, and Yin rounded on him like a rabid dog. He grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “Where is Jun-mei? Tell me where she is or I’ll rip out your tongue from your head.”

Tan sneered at him again, eyes wild and daring, and he mumbled something in Mandarin.

Yin took Tan, holding him to the floor and, using his boot, pried his jaw open.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

“Yin, don’t do it,” Rhett said.

Christ, he was gonna see a repeat of Harrigan...

Tan flailed and tried to kick and yell, but Yin was literally stepping on his jaw, seriously trying to pull out his tongue.

Before Rhett could tell him to back the fuck up, Chen was in the middle. At first, Rhett had thought Chen was trying to stop him... but no, he was helping.

Then Sid had his rifle pointed at Frankston. “You’re next, traitorous motherfucker. Tell us where she is.”

Frankston made a gurgling noise around his smashed nose, still holding his balls, and Rhett was wondering how the fuck this had all gone to hell when Jay called out. “She knows! She knows.”

The room fell quiet, and everyone stopped and turned to Jay, who was crouching down near the sister. “She says she knows where Jun-mei is.”

Yin stood up, and with a final slam of his boot, he broke Tan’s jaw. The man writhed and groaned, holding his face. Until Chen booted him in the balls, and he groaned and coughed.

Azrael still had her gun aimed at his head.

Rhett and Yin went to the girl next to Jay. Yin knelt down in front of her and she recoiled—considering she’d just watched him snap a man’s jaw, that was hardly surprising—but he spoke gently in Chinese. She nodded and replied. Yin looked at Jay and then at Rhett. “She says she’s here. There’s a safe room. Not detectable on radar. And she knows the code.”

“Captain Ouston,” King said over their comms. “Situation’s changed. Military’s incoming to conclude the mission. Wong and his sister are to be left alive.”

Rhett’s gaze went to Wong and Frankston. “And the other piece of shit?”