Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 664

"Alvin, at the first sign of their signal light, we'll charge forward in no time." Hansen gave an order on his cell phone.

Time trickled by slowly.

Everyone held their breath, just for the sake of this moment.

Finally, the signal light flashed. From another direction came five extremists of the sect, wearing balaclavas and donning long robes.

The people from both sides slowly approached.

"Go." Hansen waved his hand and gave the order.

Everyone surreptitiously rushed forward from the back.

"Raise your hand, don't move." As their whistles rang out and the trading commenced, Hansen and the others stormed forward, raising the guns in their hands and aiming at them.

"Raise your hand. You are surrounded." With a roar, Christopher pointed at the leader with the long rifle in his hand and approached them.

"Now." Alvin and the others jumped forward and shouted as they urged.

Those people were obviously caught off guard.

They didn't expect that they could be tracked in such a place. In a panic, they all put down the things in their hands and lifted their hands.

Through the light of the flashlight, Hansen saw the man in black. He was the man who had tried to assassinate him that night. From his back and the malicious look in his eyes, Hansen could sense it even though they were far away.

Surely enough, this man was Yadriel's subordinate. Everything had a reasonable explanation.

He had killed Reid and assassinated Yaris!

This man had committed the most heinous of crimes. He was a suicide martyr trained by Yadriel.

Hansen knew that this person's martial arts were extraordinary, and his sniping skills were especially accurate. Therefore, his eagle-like eyes were firmly fixed on his every movement. As long as he made any bad moves, Hansen would pull the trigger first.

There were not many people who were in charge of the weapons trade this time around. On Yadriel's side, there were five people led by the man in black. On the other hand, there were only five people from the extremist organization. They each carried a leather bag and held what they needed. As long as that day's transaction was over, the weapons that were hidden in the dark would end up in these extremists' hands. After that, bloodshed and a grisly battle would ensue.

When Hansen thought of this, he clenched his teeth tightly.

"Alvin, right this instant, put away these pieces of evidence. We will take our men and leave this place in the night." Seeing that they had lost the chance to resist, Hansen immediately ordered in a deep voice.

Alvin caught on to it, and quickly cleaned up the evidence placed on the ground with Paul.

"Has the helicopter arrived?" Christopher asked loudly. The wind roared and the debris sent him squinting his eyes. This place was gloomy and horrible. The sooner they fled, the better. They couldn't afford to waste any time.

"Christopher, retreat quickly. The helicopter has touched down. It's parking on the flat ground in front of us." Hansen saw the military helicopter landing from the sky. The flat land in front of them was bright. He knew that Johan had sent someone to pick them up. His mind stirred as he shouted at Christopher.

Christopher also heard the noise, and he decisively ordered, "Let's retreat as soon as

possible."

The group escorted the prisoners and began retreating.

"Stop, all of you. Put down your guns." Someone was shouting at them in a foreign language. As no one among them understood this language, they continued to move.

With the sound of a gunshot, two men tumbled to the ground.

Hansen was all over the place.

As far as the eye could see, in the darkness, there were a lot of armed forces dressed in robes who were coming in succession from the other side.

At that moment, he heard loud gunfire from a short distance, mixed with the sound of an explosion. It seemed that there were two onlookers engaged in a fierce battle.

He was not the only one stunned. Christopher was also shocked.

What the h*lI was going on?

"Careful, Mr. Richards!" Just as Hansen was lost in his thoughts, Irvin suddenly rushed up and shoved him aside. A bullet flew from his back and past his ear. "You're looking for death."

Irvin cursed and kicked away the rifle in the man's hand. He was immediately kicked to the ground.

Two people came up and tied his arms behind him. One of their feet stepped on his back.

At that time, the enemy's bullets rained on them.

"Be careful." Hansen's eyes were red as he shouted at the crowd. His sharp eyes swept across his surroundings, and many terrorists were barricading and attacking them.

Obviously, the people who were fighting ran over to them. He instantly understood that someone was helping them to intercept these terrorists. However, there was a disparity in their forces. So, they couldn't defeat them. The terrorists were closing in on them.

Hansen didn't have time to think about who was secretly lending them a hand, but he could see that many enemies had come this time, and there were new weapons in their hands. His serious eyes were heavy and gloomy.

Needless to say, Yadriel had expected that he would come to the war-torn country. This was a life-and-death battle, and it would also be the final fierce battle. The outcome of success or failure was still in the balance. He would not let him off the hook.

Hansen was doomed to be unable to escape that day!

At that moment, Jenna's and Jerry's faces flashed in front of him, and his hand held the handle of the gun tightly.

"Mr. Richards, it seems that today's disaster is more ominous than it is good. We can only fight to the death." Christopher also realized this point and said with trepidation.

Hansen gritted his teeth. "Christopher, I'm the one who's dragging you down. You shouldn't have come here yourself. If there's a next life, then let's be brothers again."

With a tragic smile on his face, Christopher replied, "Alright, boy. You've finally laid bare your conscience."