Bang—bang—bang—!
Three gunshots rang out one after another, the noise piercingly loud.
Howard Saxton scread in agony, his body falling straight back.
"Call an ambulance!!" Ariel Morris’s hands trembled as she cradled Arlo Seys’s body.
Not far away, Nicole shouted at the officers behind her, "Call an ambulance! Quickly!"
Warm blood flowed through her fingers, and Ariel Morris shook her head in terror, "No, Arlo... Arlo, we need to be okay. You said you wouldn’t be hard... Arlo Seys, don’t break your promise, please?..."
Ariel Morris held Arlo Seys’s body, her vision beginning to blur in front of her eyes. She instinctively grasped Arlo Seys’s clothes tighter, her eyelashes fluttering lightly.
"Arlo—hold on, can you hold on? Hold on, and I’ll tell you a secret."
Arlo Seys slightly curled his lips, his face pale, his thin lips parting lightly, "You—you say."
Ariel Morris sniffed, her voice choked as she began, "I... am pregnant, Arlo. I’ve been hiding it from you—it’s twins. If we’re lucky, it could be a boy and a girl, a set of fraternal twins. So... Arlo, hold on, okay?"
Arlo Seys tugged on the corner of his mouth, a faint smile, his voice very light, "I see...
As Arlo Seys’s words faded, he fell into unconsciousness.
"Arlo! Hold on! You promised ! I’ve already told you my secret, you have to hold on—you still have to take care of and the babies! Do you hear ?"
"Ariel."
Nicole approached, her eyes a deep red.
Ariel Morris cried out in agony, her voice ringing out intermittently, "Nicole... get soone to drive to the hospital, let the ambulance et us halfway... you go save Jose Floyd, hurry!"
Nicole’s eyes flickered, nodding, "Alright."
Nicole signaled two officers to lift Arlo Seys into a vehicle, ensuring Ariel Morris and Arlo Seys were escorted to the hospital.
The car drove away, and Nicole quickly sprinted forward to rescue Jose Floyd.
At that mont, all of the bullets on Jose Floyd’s side were spent, yet seven or eight enemies were still standing.
Camden had three gunshot wounds, and Jose Floyd’s right arm was hit too.
Jose Floyd glanced at Camden, and Camden returned a single finger.
Camden had only one bullet left—
Jose Floyd pressed his thin lips together, sweat slipping down his cold, expressionless face, enhancing and frosting his icy deanor.
Camden gripped his gun, his palm slightly damp.
One bullet, eight enemies, how could they solve it?!
Jose gestured a quick execution sign, and Camden nodded, indicating he understood.
The young master’s aning was clear: don’t sit back and wait for death, take the initiative!
The two exchanged signals, and Jose Floyd and Camden simultaneously took the initiative to attack the enemy! Their moves were swift, precise, and ruthless!
When Nicole arrived, she saw Jose Floyd fighting three enemies single-handedly, his white shirt stained with blood. Nicole’s gaze wavered slightly.
Suddenly, one of the attackers aid at Jose Floyd, and pulled the trigger from a blind spot behind him!
Nicole’s pupils contracted sharply, without hesitation, she quickly pulled the trigger!
Bang—! Bang—!
After two gunshots, Nicole could feel moisture rising in her palm, while her fingertips remained cold—
In the midst of battle, as the gunshots went off, Jose Floyd instinctively glanced towards where the gunfire originated...
His cold gaze caught sight of curly chestnut hair tied at the back, a delicate and flawless white face, features as beautiful as a painting, and thin lips that were small and attractive, leaving Jose Floyd montarily dazed.
Nicole calmly looked back into Jose Floyd’s eyes and instructed the officers behind her coldly, "Take them all back to the station!"
"Yes!"
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