Chapter 1274: Chapter 1274

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Chapter 1274:

That was the biggest problem — her stamina.

She could hear the mercenaries closing in. Without missing a beat, she aimed at the lights overhead and fired.

Bang! The bulbs shattered, plunging the space into darkness. As expected, the men immediately stopped, their eyes flickering with hesitation as they scanned the shadows for movement. The suited man knew that Allison was likely exhausted.

He let out a cold laugh. “Ms. Clarke, you’re out of strength, aren’t you?”

As he spoke, he flicked his hand towards the men behind him. He signaled them to surround Allison.

Allison could hear their footsteps drawing closer.

She had only one option left — fight head-on.

The moment the thought formed in her mind, she acted.

“Whether I have any strength left or not, you’ll see for yourself.”

With that, she darted out from behind the pillar, firing in quick succession at their positions.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each shot illuminated the darkness in fleeting bursts of fire.

The suited man reacted instantly, realizing her plan.

“Move faster! Kill her now!”

Panic flickered in his voice as he aimed directly at her.

𝒆𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝒄𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝒆𝓻𝑒: 𝗀𝒶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂

Their eyes met for a split second before they engaged in a brutal exchange of gunfire.

But by the time he realized what was happening, it was already too late.

Allison fired the last shot. The suited man felt it — a bullet slicing through the air, aimed straight for his skull.

He had no time to react. He hit the ground with a heavy thud, eyes frozen wide in shock.

“You…”

The words never came.

He died with regrets still lingering in his throat.

And Allison was out of bullets.

The remaining mercenaries immediately realized what was going on and quickly swarmed her.

“She’s out of ammo! Kill her!”

A sudden, deafening bang echoed through the air.

As the swarm of mercenaries closed in, Allison had already hurled the dagger in her grip, striking the man who had just spoken. The blade buried itself in his throat.

Blood spurted in a violent arc, painting the air crimson.

“Kill her! Now!” someone shouted.

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