Chapter 1221:
âHarlee!â Rhys yelled after her.
As Rhys realized Harlee intended to go it alone, he tried to follow, only for Robbie to block him.
âGet out of the way!â Rhys attempted to push past Robbie, but Hamilton restrained him by the shoulder.
âWeâre in a dangerous situation right now. Please donât act like a child!â Hamilton implored.
Act like a child? It dawned on Rhys that this was how his comrades viewed him.
Rhys slowly let go of Robbie, his movements ceasing, but his expression grew colder.
He raised his gun and fired relentlessly, each pull of the trigger precise and lethal.
As Hamilton watched Rhys in action, he felt a chill. It seemed as if the old, formidable Rhys had returned. This version of Rhys was both chilling and commanding, exuding a powerful authoritative presence.
Meanwhile, Harlee maneuvered through easily concealed but challenging terrain, neutralizing enemies with her bare hands and handgun. She adeptly seized any useful weapon she came across.
Suddenly, a bullet narrowly missed her ear.
Harlee quickly grabbed a fallen body for cover, rolled to the side, and retaliated by hurling a rock at her attacker.
Outgunned by machine guns, Harlee was forced to fall back repeatedly, using the body as a shield, which was soon punctured with bullet holes.
Just when Harlee was cornered, a sniperâs bullet struck, eliminating the threat bearing down on her.
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Without looking to confirm the shooter, Harlee seized a machine gun and ducked behind a nearby rock. She recognized that the shooter was Tonya, who had seized the enemyâs sniper rifle. Tonya was providing cover for her from behind.
However, as enemy forces multiplied, the rock sheltering Harlee began to crumble under the barrage of bullets.
Catching her breath amid the chaos, Harlee planned her next move using a steep slope and a nearby fire for cover. Then, amidst the clash of gunfire, she heard Matteoâs voice close by.
âLeave that woman for last. I want her to witness her loved ones dying before her eyes, one by one. Let her fate be worse than death!â
The bullets directed at Harlee were no longer coming as rapidly. Tucked behind the rock, Harlee clenched her fists, stood, and leaped down the steep incline.
Nearby, Matteo stood smugly with a megaphone.
âHarlee, do you appreciate the hell Iâve prepared for you? If not, rest assured, once your men are dead, Iâll slice their flesh off in front of you and feed it to the dogs!â
From her cover below the slope, Harlee gritted her teeth.
âMatteo, this time, Iâll ensure you endure a painful demise!â
âMiss Sanderson, still fantasizing about killing me yourself? My stupid brother Hale only fell to you because of his loveâ¦â
âHow could you ever take us both on?â Matteoâs laughter rang out, full of derision, oblivious to the risk of being shot.
âGo to hell!â Harlee surged up the slope from the opposite side, gun raised, aiming directly at Matteoâs head.
Matteo quickly sidestepped, dodging the bullet effortlessly, as one of his henchmen jumped in front of him, taking the bullet instead.
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