"Don't worry about them. Just stop them for five minutes. After five minutes, let them in. Allow them to come up as well," Ryder said as he disconnected the call.
"What is happening?" Jameson asked with a frown.
"Your death," Ryder let out as he shot Jameson with the gun he had taken from the girl. The bullet passed through Jameson's head, killing him instantly.
Since he was wearing the gloves, his fingerprints were not on the gun. He placed the gun in Jameson's hands and left him lying dead in the bed, making it seem as if he had killed himself in fear of getting caught.
Ryder stood up and left the room. He opened the window and flew outside. As he left the place, he looked in the bushes where he left the girl and found it empty.
"As expected, she woke up. Whatever, I don't care anymore. I'm done," Ryder muttered as he continued moving.
