Novel 543
Chapter 439
Chapter 439
Chapter 439 Escaping for Life
Warren looked at me, squinting his eyes, a smile crossing his crisscrossed, fleshy face. “Little girl,” he
said, “I thought you were a guest and wanted to treat you kindly Why are you acting so ungrateful,
holding my people hostage, huh?”
I pressed the gun a bit closer to Ezra’s body and said, “Don’t give me that crap, I’ll say it again, let us
go, or I’ll kill him.” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .
Warren’s face darkened, a cruel sneer escaping his lips. He didn’t bother to feign a smile anymore,
speaking directly, “Fine, go ahead and kill him. Let’s see if his life is worth the lot of you.”
“Dad, no!” Geraldine panicked, gripping Warren’s arm tightly, nervously watching Ezra who had been
pursing his lips and maintaining a cold expression. She said to Warren, “Daniel can’t die.”
Warren seemed to dote on his daughter. Seeing her tears, a hint of helplessness appeared on his
originally fierce face, and then he patted her hand to soothe her.
He looked at them and said, “Little girl, why go to such lengths? You are guests here. If you don’t want
to come into my mountain as guests. you can just leave. But please don’t hurt my people.”
I glanced sideways at Walter, who had remained silent. I knew he had a gun on him. At this point, idle
talk was useless. I said, “Take Elliott’s body, let’s go.”
Stanley moved quickly, carrying Elliott out of the electric grid.
The others had also left the electric grid. Walter stood by my side. seemingly with no intention to leave
Seeing this, I became anxious
and looked at him, “Go away.”
He walked up to me, his large hand gripping the one I held the gun with, his voice low and restrained,
“You go first.”
I froze, understanding his intention, and after hesitating for a few seconds, I handed him the gun in my
hand.
The grid was out, and Ezra was also taken out of the grid. Seeing this, Geraldine panicked and
shouted, “Where are you taking Daniel? Separate him.”
Saying so, he followed out, seeing this, Warren also followed out.
There were numerous trees and rocks in the mountains. Once the electric grid was out, it became
much easier to hide.
The people who saw Warren followed him out. If they continued to follow us like this, it wouldn’t be
easy for us to leave. Thinking about this, I wanted to threaten Ezra to stop his people from following
us.
Just as he was about to speak, a gunshot suddenly rang out. Immediately after, he saw Ezra and
Walter wrestling with each other, the pitch-black gun thrown to the side.
Upon seeing this, my instinct was to run and pick it up, but I saw Geraldine, who had followed us out,
pointing a gun at Walter, who was wrestling with Ezra.
I hastily picked up the gun and shot at Geraldine. I had no experience with guns, my only practice
being with a toy gun that Ezra had taught me to use at a night market. So when I fired, I didn’t hit
anyone, but my hand was left sore from the recoil.
Fortunately, Geraldine was scared by me and didn’t aim at Walter.
Seeing Warren about to catch up with his men, I spoke to Walter,
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“Walter. stop fighting, let’s go.”
Ezra was injured, naturally no match for Walter. Seizing the opportunity, he kicked Ezra in the stomach,
sending him sprawling. He then got up, grabbed my hand, and started running down the hill.
A multitude of gunshots suddenly rang out behind him, it was Warren’s men who had caught up.
“Don’t shoot.” The voice came from behind me. It was Ezra.
Fortunately, there were many trees, so we weren’t hit. However, after
running a few steps, I noticed something was wrong. Walter had let go of my hand.
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I turned back to look at him, seeing his face turn deathly pale. Suddenly, it hit me – he had been shot.
For a moment, my breath hitched. On his right leg, his black trousers were dampened with a large
patch. It was blood, bright red blood that was spreading all over. In no time, a puddle had formed on the
ground.
“Are you hurt?” I asked, my voice trembling.
His face was ashen, a good amount of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. After taking a slight
breath, he heard the sound of pursuit from behind. Without saying much, he just pushed me and said,
“Go quickly, it’s safe once we get down the mountain.”
I shook my head, unable to think of anything in my mind. The only thought was to walk together. For a
moment, I recklessly wrapped his arm around my shoulder, letting him lean on me. I was almost
dragging him forward.
“Tabatha…” I knew he wanted me to go first. His leg was injured, even a god couldn’t walk too fast, let
alone run without slowing me down.
But at such a time, how could I have left him behind.
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While desperately moving forward, he yelled, “Shut up.”
At that time, it was best to conserve energy.