The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 251 Dead Men Do Bite

"Karl, stop." Tristan shot a glance at Karl, who was visibly shaking.

Karl’s bloodshot eyes locked onto Nathaniel’s blood-soaked shirt as the man let out a twisted smile.

"They’re... they’re..." Nathaniel didn’t get to finish. A mouthful of dark blood spilled out and he collapsed backward onto the bed.

Tristan quickly stepped up and checked for any signs of breath near Nathaniel’s nose—nothing.

Just then, a tiny black bug zipped out of his nostril, wings glistening with smeared blood.

Karl pulled out a small vial, and the bug obediently flew inside.

"You really don’t want to know about your parents?"

Karl curled his lips. "You actually believe him? Guys like that... better just shut up permanently."

There was a beat of silence before Tristan said, "I just didn’t want you leaving with regrets."

Karl let out a short laugh. "Regret? For what? Since I can remember, ’parents’ was just a painful word. More like a label for revenge. The only person around was someone I thought was my grandpa—turns out, he was fake too. If I could do it over, I’d rather not be born at all."

He lifted his chin slightly. "That guy? He was a monster. Got what he deserved. If he’s still alive, God knows how many lives would be crushed by his ambition. Let’s just deal with the body."

Tristan made a quick call, and five minutes later, two men in dark blue coveralls arrived. They zipped Nathaniel’s body into a black bag and carried him out.

To make completely sure, Tristan and Karl chose to follow the hearse to the crematorium, to witness the process themselves.

The night outside was pitch black—rumbling thunder in the distance, and rain started pelting down in sheets.

A black hearse sped down the slick road, chased closely by two black Bentleys.

Out of nowhere, the hearse swerved hard. Tires screeched horribly before the vehicle flipped and slammed into the guardrail on the side.

The two Bentleys screeched to a halt. Tristan, Karl, and Keith jumped out.

From inside the hearse came groans—human, but warped. Within seconds, loud metal bangs echoed, the panels of the car body bulging outward like something inside was trying to escape.

Keith stiffened. "No freaking way. That thing’s gonna turn into a damn zombie or somethin’!"

Karl glanced over. "What, you think some ancient corpse just came back to life?"

"Honestly? Kinda looks that way." Keith rubbed his temples. "This feels just like that night in Lorchester when we blew up the sorcery worm base."

"When could the injection have happened?" Tristan’s eyes darkened, waves of shock rising in them. He reached into his jacket and pulled out what looked like the hilt of a sword.

Keith blinked. "Dude, your sword’s busted?"

Karl gave him a ’you-dumb’ look. Tristan wasn’t some nobody—he was a tech genius. His weapons were always top-tier.

Tristan pressed his thumb against the handle and—whoosh—a beam of orange energy shot out, forming a seamless blade.

The glow lit up the hard lines of his face, giving him this cold, deadly aura. Not a trace of warmth in those sharp, focused eyes.

A loud crack echoed—the hearse’s bulletproof glass gave way. A dark figure launched out, landing with a thud in the pouring rain.

It was Nathaniel.

He stood slowly, something clamped between his teeth. With a snap of his neck, he flung it across the pavement.

The thing rolled to a stop by Keith’s feet.

Keith took one look and turned green, nearly throwing up right then.

It was a severed head, blood-soaked and mangled beyond recognition. Torn to shreds by something wild.Nathaniel let out a chilling, metallic laugh, his head moving in stiff, unnatural jerks. "Tristan, bet you didn’t see this comeback coming, huh?"

No surprises there—Nathaniel wasn’t the kind to go down without a fight. An insider at the Agency must’ve injected him with the bio-serum, turning him into some kind of immortal monster.

That serum used to only reanimate the dead with brute force. But now, it had clearly been upgraded—because Nathaniel had full control over himself.

Tristan tightened his grip on the laser sword and charged at Nathaniel, who was flashing that creepy, twisted grin.

His perfectly polished shoes splashed through puddles as he sprinted forward like an avenging demon. His eyes were full of killing intent, sharp and cold.

He leapt up, blade slicing down toward Nathaniel.

Nathaniel was still adapting to the serum, his movements a split-second slower than normal. In seconds, his body was riddled with molten punctures.

He knew better than to stick around—a fatal hit to the neck or head, and even he wouldn’t bounce back.

With a burst of animal-like speed, he dropped to all fours and scurried off like a beast, disappearing into the night.

Suddenly, pain exploded in Tristan’s chest. He coughed up blood and stumbled, dropping to his knees.

Karl hurried to his side, helping him up. "Hey! Are you okay, Tristan?"

Clutching his chest, Tristan stared at the falling rain that had swallowed up Nathaniel’s retreating form. He shook his head. "Use SkyEye to track him. He’s still healing—probably gone looking for an accomplice."

Karl’s jaw clenched. "Unbelievable... someone in the Agency sold us out. Nathaniel’s the biggest threat we’ve ever seen."

He got Tristan into the passenger seat and looked at Keith. "You stay here and wait for the police to handle it."

He slipped into the driver’s seat, gunned the engine, and sped toward headquarters.

"Should we report this to the Chief?" Karl asked, glancing sideways.

Tristan’s eyes narrowed. His mind had been racing earlier. He looked out at the heavy rain and scoffed. "Yeah, sounds like something the higher-ups would do—get rid of you the second you’re not useful."

Karl frowned. "What are you trying to say?"

Leaning back, Tristan closed his eyes. "They’re afraid of me now. Think about it—the bio-weapons Nathaniel’s using? Someone up top had to greenlight them. No way that serum evolved this fast without some serious backing." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Karl’s breath hitched. "You mean the higher-ups gave Nathaniel permission to develop that serum...?"

Tristan’s eyes shot open. He quickly dialed Megan. Her phone was off.

Something in his chest tightened. "We’re headed to the Lewis estate."

He tried calling Nathan Reid and Elliot Shaw. No answer. All phones were off.

Tristan’s gut sank. This wasn’t random. "They’re making their move."

Karl’s voice trembled. "Why now? What’s happening?"

Tristan exhaled sharply. "They’re scared I’ll use smart manufacturing to build a fleet of robots with independent thought. Afraid I’ll end up replacing them one day. Loyalty means nothing to these people."

Karl called Keith. "You still there?"

"Yeah, Boss. It’s weird—two headless bodies just crawled out of a car! They keep slamming into each other and then getting back up!"

"Crush them. Make sure they can’t move—then get to the Lewis estate ASAP."

"Got it!"

Keith hung up, gritted his teeth, and floored the gas pedal, steering straight at the headless corpses.