Emily seemed to have been provoked. She took the shotgun and bent down. She then pressed the shotgun against my heart. "Jordan, remember this. There's a price to pay when you take something that's not yours."
As she spoke, her face became cruel. In that instant, Jordan broke free from the men's grip.
Suddenly, what sounded like bombs going off filled the space. It felt like the ground was breaking apart.
Before I could think, in the next second, a helicopter appeared in the sky. Countless bullets rained down and some of Emily's people were hit. They fell to the ground, dead.
In a frenzy, several people, who were quicker, immediately covered Emily and tried to escape.
They tried to fight back against the helicopter with their guns as they retreated. However, their firepower was completely ineffective. They were defeated.
Emily and her men huddled at the side of the car, then the men forcefully dragged Emily away. "Miss, saving your life is more important now!"
At the same time, Jordan was free. But because of the wound on his shoulder, he gritted his teeth and held on for a while before he finally stood up headed for me, about to protect me.
However, Emily was not willing to let us go just like that. Before getting in the car, she grabbed a gun and aimed at us. The bullet pierced through Jordan's left leg. His legs gave way, and he instantly knelt on the ground.
I laughed crazily and ignored the fact that the gunshots were getting closer. I only knew that he had finally experienced the pain that Evan went through.
As Emily was about to fire for the second time, the helicopter hit their car. Emily and her men were forced to retreat and they fled from the scene.
As soon as they left, the people on the helicopter stopped shooting, and they slowly hovered above me.
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