The three of them then felt a pain in the back of their necks.
Their eyes rolled to the back of their head as they fell to the floor.
Sonny stared at the three unconscious bodyguards while Lonnie put the anesthesia gun back in his bag.
âSonny, we canât leave them here.
Letâs hide them first.
â
Sonny put his hand to his lips and made the secret birdcall.
A minute later, there was still no movement inside the villa, and Nathaniel hadnât opened the door.
Realizing something was wrong, Sonny said, âLetâs go upstairs and check on Boss first.
â
The security door was locked.
Sonny wanted to kick the door in but was afraid that it would be impossible to explain when Lucinda returned.
Instead, he and Lonnie climbed a drainpipe to the second floor.
They opened the door of Nathanielâs room.
He was lying on a lounge chair near the window.
The dark red puddle on the floor caught Sonnyâs eye.
âBoss!â
The two men rushed toward Nathaniel.
Their faces grew pale.
Sonny took a syringe from a small cooler box and injected the content into Nathanielâs neck.
Lonnie looked at Nathanielâs blood-soaked hand.
His eyes filled with tears.
Two minutes after the injection, there was still no response from Nathaniel.
His body was cold, and there was no sign of Life.
Sonny put his fingers to Nathanielâs throat, searching for a pulse, but his heart had stopped.
âWake up! Wake up! Come on, boss.
Donât sleep!â
Roaring in grief, Sonny patted Nathanielâs pale face.
Tears streamed down his cheeks, as he knelt beside Nathaniel, sobbing.
They were too late.
Lonnie felt his heart breaking.
With no regard for his image or anything else, he sank to the floor and wailed.
Sonny became more and more desperate.
âBoss, please! Please donât sleep! Wake up! If you fall asleep, you will never wake up again!â
Nathanielâs face was serene.
His eyes were closed, and his lashes did not move.