Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 785

The rope was thick, and they needed to cut it slowly.

Andrew started cutting the rope while Abigail took a break.

If only they could get hold of a gun at that moment.

She suspected that Stephen was already deceased, and these assailants had attacked under the cover of night, catching Stephen off guard and ending his life.

She was unsure of the identities or motives of those who wanted Stephen dead.

Nearly twenty-four hours had passed since the incident.

During the late hours of the night, Abigail was in a drowsy state when a loud explosion rocked the house, causing the beams to creak.

The three of them were jolted awake, and Larry began to cry immediately.

His cries mingled with the sounds of explosions and gunfire.

Andrew had spent the entire day cutting the rope, and upon hearing the commotion, he swiftly removed the rope from his body.

Although he had already cut it, he had kept hold of it.

Martin stood up abruptly after his rope was loosened. Then, he said, "Untie her. I'll fetch some weapons."

Andrew crawled over to Abigail, his body covered in blood and well-concealed.

Just as Abigail's rope was untied, a man burst in through the door, cursing, "D*mn it—ah!"

Before he could finish his curse, Martin, who had been hiding by the door, sprayed a dissolving agent directly onto his face.

His features immediately became bloody, and he fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

Abigail rushed forward, dragged him inside, seized the gun, and removed the handgun from his waist. She handed it to Andrew. "Use this to defend yourself. I taught you how to use it before."

When Simond had taught her, she had secretly instructed Martin and Andrew.

The three of them took advantage of the chaos and engaged in combat with several individuals.

Abigail took a life for the first time. She transitioned from fear to numbness.

Andrew sat in a wheelchair, pushed by Martin, while Abigail protected them.

The three of them exited through another door and fled towards a street lined with houses.

The gunfire behind them was incessant, and the bombardment never ceased, just like scenes from wartime.

However, Abigail dared not look back. She assisted Martin in pushing Andrew, and they swiftly reached a street with numerous houses.

Spotting a clothing store, Abigail exchanged glances with Martin, who had a plan in mind.

She kept watch at the door as Martin approached and melted the store lock. Once inside, they promptly changed their attire.

After changing clothes, they procured food and baby formula from a store and made their way towards the port.

After some consideration, they selected the most secluded port.

Although there were numerous ships at the port, they possessed nothing. Abigail concealed the firearms in a backpack and approached a ship with a handgun.

The ship's captain was asleep on board. Upon seeing someone boarding, he immediately halted them. "What are you doing?"

Abigail smiled at him and approached, grasping his shoulder. "We wish to board the ship. How much for the three of us?"

How could such a lovely girl be so ruthless?