Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 39

In an abandoned factory, a camera was set up, with three lecherous-looking bruisers standing next to it. The driver was nowhere to be seen, and it seemed like everyone inside were tough guys, acting as if they were dead set on preventing Josefina from making a break for it.

The men ogled Josefina, with looks of approval on their faces.

"Man, this chick is hot - she's got curves in all the right places, a real knockout."

"Let's get this show on the road, I'd die happy on her."

"Are we all going in together, or taking turns?"

"This lady's got some spice. She's probably pretending she can't handle us all at once, huh? Let's go one by one."

The three guys were all fired up discussing their plans, treating Josefina as if she was just a piece of meat on the chopping block.

The simple outfit of a T-shirt and jeans on Josefina couldn't hide her rocking bod. With a cool look in her eyes, she slightly pursed her red lips and spoke, "Who sent you guys?"

The leader, with a dagger in his hand, clearly didn't take Josefina seriously. "When you're on your last breath, I'll tell you." This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He slammed the sharp dagger into the table and said to the others, "Hurry up."

The three men moved towards Josefina, encircling her with lustful and greedy eyes. A bunch of onlookers stood to the side, just there to watch the spectacle of Josefina being humiliated.

One of the men reached out with his big hand, but Josefina grabbed him in a swift move, breaking his arm with a harsh twist - the sound of snapping bones echoed in the air. Quick as lightning, she kicked between another guy's legs, sending him rolling on the ground in agony.

The rest swarmed her, but she grabbed the nearest one, delivered a kick to his gut, seized another man's arm, and snatched the dagger from the leader's hand, slashing away rapidly. In no time, the men were covered in cuts of varying sizes, bleeding uncontrollably.

As an acupuncturist, Josefina knew exactly where to strike to cause non-stop bleeding or instant death.

The leader pulled out a gun and fired at Josefina. She dodged swiftly, using one of the men as a human shield, and in the gunman's moment of distraction, she snatched the firearm and shot him twice in the leg.

Just then, Josefina heard rapid footsteps from outside. She didn't linger to fight, just grabbed the gun and ran. There was too much backup coming. She had to get out of there first. A smart person knows when to cut their losses.

Josefina made her way out, with the sounds of pursuit growing closer. The abandoned factory, once in the textile business, had fabrics hanging high, all tattered and torn.

She saw a figure ahead, which meant she was probably surrounded. She furrowed her brow tightly and slowly moved forward. Gun in hand, she rushed forward, aiming at the person ahead. And that person also drew quickly, aiming at her. The fluttering fabric made their line of sight crystal clear.

"Josefina!"

"Oliver?"

Josefina's gun was pointed at Oliver, and his at her, both ready to fire at any second. If not for their exceptional reflexes, bullets would've already pierced their foreheads.

In that moment, Oliver pulled Josefina into his arms, and with the gun in his right hand, he shot through the enemy's forehead with unerring accuracy. His precise shooting left Josefina stunned.

Asher arrived with backup, respectfully addressing Oliver, "Sir, we've subdued the people who kidnapped Ms. Josefina."

Oliver finally exhaled in relief, "Interrogate them properly, but don't kill them."