NovelEnglishChapter 172: Allison had already yanked Nicholas by his collar, using him as a human shield.
The bullet ripped through his skull, his eyes instantly dulling.
That poor man never imagined hed meet his end at the hands of his ally.
Blood splattered across Allisons face, but she remained unnervingly calm as she raised her gun.
Turning slightly, she said, Now, its my turn.
She had noticed earlier that their handguns jammed for a brief three seconds a fatal flaw.
And that made this the perfect window.
In a heartbeat, chaotic gunfire erupted around her.
Allison shoved the lifeless body aside and slipped into the jungle, her movements swift and precise, taking her shots one by one.
Her aim wasnt as sharp as it used to be three years without handling a gun had left her a bit rusty but she made up for it with strategy.
Fortunately, there werent too many of them; otherwise, things couldve gone south quickly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe men barely had tto react before they crumpled to the ground.
They had no idea this woman was so skilled and that her shooting was so precise! Their last thought was the chilling image of that ghostly woman, wiping blood from her face with a serene expression.
It dawned on them too late why their leader had fallen prey to this woman, left disfigured and humiliated.
With the final bodies dropping, Allison glanced toward the yacht docked at the pier, success shimmering on the horizon.
Stepping over the fallen men, she rifled through their gear, collecting what she needed.
Handguns, silver daggers, and even explosives, she muttered.
Just as she finished securing the supplies and was about to double back to assist Kellan, footsteps sounded nearby.
Instinctively, Allisons gun was in her hand, pointed at the approaching figure a man with piercing blue eyes standing across from her.
Hello, gorgeous.
Carlos Lopez, at your service.
I have to say, I admire your work.
Under better circumstances, Id be chasing you like a dog after a bone.
Carlos smiled, his blue eyes gleaming like a wolf on the prowl.
He gave a slow clap, and with that, a group of his men shoved forward a bloodied figure Kellan! Allisons gaze turned cold, deadly rage simmering beneath her calm facade.
Kellans white shirt was soaked in blood, his face bruised and battered.
He had clearly taken a beating to buy her time.
You dont... have to worry about me, Kellan managed to rasp, but a rag was shoved into his mouth before he could continue.
His eyes held a steady resolve, watching Allison without fear.
He had already made peace with the fact that he could not walk away from this.
He had agreed to be the bait, knowing full well the danger hed be in.
The last thing he wanted was to drag her down with him.
His expression was devoid of fear as he locked eyes with Allison.
His message to her was clear: Leave.
Now.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe yacht was right there, the perfect chance to escape.
Once on board, she could sail away, and reinforcements would be on their way soon enough.
It was the sensible move.
Carlos clicked his tongue in amusement, his voice casual, almost playful.
Ah, hes quite fond of you, isnt he? But, you see, Ms.
Clarke, after the mess youve made m killing off my men like that Ccant men like Cann exactly let it slide. Order must be maintained, after all.
So, Im afraid this is where your story ends.
He adjusted the collar of his black trench coat, his fiery red curls giving him an almost theatrical air. Carlos pressed his gun lazily against Kellans head.
Ms.
Clarke, kindly drop your gun and take that pretty little dagger of yours.
I expect you to cut your tendons.
Both of them! He smirked, his tone darkening with menace.
Or, Ill make sure this guy doesnt make it out alive! Allisons brow m creased her mind racing.
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