Chapter 684

Chapter 684

Justice was secretly relieved and silently watched Franklin stride

towards the conference room.

He finally felt a little better.

When he was about to lift his foot and go in.

"Bang!"

Suddenly a gunshot rang out from behind him.

He watched as a bullet whizzed past his ear.

He stood stiffly in place, his whole body rigid.

Not only he, almost everyone was frightened and looked stiffly towards

the source of the gunshot.

The man in black who asked to search Franklin just now was falling to

the ground, covering his bleeding left hand!

He was in so much pain that his face turned pale, and he fell to the

ground.

Everyone was shocked as they watched this scene.

"Since you don't know Franklin, then get to know him well and

remember him."

A cold voice sounded, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Franklin's narrow eyes glinted with a hint of sharpness.

And everyone saw the woman with beautiful and eye-catching face

hold a silver pistol in her hand, and slowly blow a breath at the muzzle.

Her movements are charming and elegant, yet alluring and icy.

Mr. Santana's face looked extremely unpleasant, with a strong anger in

his eyes. Who was this woman who dared to provoke him? His voice

was filled with uncontrollable fury as he asked, "Who are you?"

Sylvia's lazy almond eyes met Chaz Santana's angry face, her red lips

slightly curved and a disdainful expression appeared on her beautiful

face. "Do you even deserve to know who I am?"

Arrogant!

Too damn arrogant!

Everyone was staring in shock at Sylvia's stunningly beautiful face.

It's ridiculous!

She naturally wants to protect and fight back for her man who is being

bullied.

"You - I"

Chaz's face was livid. He was so angry that he was about to draw a

gun.

"She is the deputy chief of M16," Franklin's cold voice suddenly

sounded. Chaz froze, looking at Franklin in disbelief before finally

turning his gaze to Sylvia.

When did MI6 have a deputy chief?

Still a woman?

Sylvia never expected that Franklin would directly make her the deputy

chief in command of MI6.

She glanced at Chaz, who was stiff all over, and then the silver pistol in

her hand spun beautifully in the palm of her hand.

Then she threw the pistol into the air, and it landed squarely in her

palm.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three shots in a row!

The speed was so fast that it was impossible to react.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Three consecutive screams of despair followed one after another.

Chaz turned his head in shock, and saw that all three of his black-clad

subordinates had hugged his left hand and collapsed to the ground

howling.

Blood continued to ooze from their wounds, and a faint smell of blood

wafted in the air.

"You-" Chaz's face had gone from ashen to pale, and he glared at

Sylvia in anger. "You..."

But he was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

This woman is too arrogant and thinks too highly of herself.

"Am I doing too well? You're so pleased that you don't know how to

praise me." Sylvia smirked and looked at Chaz coldly, “It's my honor to

be able to help Mr. Santana teach those who lack insight a lesson."

Her principle is: You can mess with her, but not with her man! No way!

Listening to Sylvia's words that were full of hidden sarcasm.

The meaning of the words he spoke when he just greeted Franklin is

completely opposite.

Chaz glared at Sylvia with a viciousness reminiscent of a ferocious

wolf, seething with anger.

The woman directly and invisibly slapped him hard on the face.

He intended to give Franklin a show of force, but unexpectedly

encountered this tough woman.

Chaz couldn't swallow this anger, he looked at Sylvia for a while and

then approached Franklin.

"Mr. Maskelyne, this... this is just a small matter. She is being so

nitpicky..."

Before he could finish his words, Franklin interrupted him. "She is just

teaching your subordinates on behalf of you. Mr. Santana, as a man of

high status, surely wouldn't bother with a woman like her, right?"

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

Justice, who had been stiffly standing by the side, was scared to the

point of breaking out in a cold sweat.

This atmosphere was too creepy.

He couldn't help but secretly blame Chaz. Why did he have to provoke

Franklin when everything was fine?

Was MI6 easy to mess with?

He felt uncomfortable all over as he watched these people. He didn't

dare to speak up, and even the peacemaker couldn't do anything about

it.