Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 727

A vicious gleam crossed Fletcher's eyes. “You brought this on yourselves!”

Gunfire erupted.

A deafening exchange of bullets ripped through the air!

Douglas and his men soon broke through the outer perimeter and stormed in.

It became a three-way firefight.

Total chaos.

The Phantom Hornets were losing ground fast.

But just as Douglas spotted the tied-up Mr. White and moved in for the rescue...

*Boom!*

A heavy blast door slammed down, separating Douglas from his squad.

Blinding floodlights flared overhead, making it nearly impossible to keep his eyes open.

Over a dozen heavily armed mercenaries stepped out from the shadows of the shipping containers, aiming their rifles squarely at Douglas.

“Rex!”

Fletcher stepped forward, a manic sneer on his face. “So what if you brought Demon! My target today is you!”

He was going to die anyway!

He was dragging Rex to hell with him!

He gritted his teeth and let out a deranged laugh, exploding with final, desperate rage. “If you want to blame someone, blame that psycho bitch for cornering us!”

*Rat-tat-tat-tat!*

A hail of bullets rained down on Douglas and Mr. White.

Over a dozen guns fired mercilessly, all aiming to take Douglas's life.

Douglas grabbed Mr. White and threw them both behind a stack of rusted shipping containers.

Sparks flew as bullets ricocheted around them.

A stray fragment slashed a bloody line across Douglas's cheek.

Mr. White was already in agonizing condition; the violent movement caused him to writhe in pain.

Douglas wiped the blood from his face and glanced grimly at the half-dead doctor.

They couldn't stay pinned down.

Douglas gritted his teeth, his expression furious.

His niece was waiting for him outside.

He couldn't die in this pathetic ditch.

She was incredible.

As her uncle, he couldn't let her down.

He absolutely refused to die here!

A reckless fury burned in his eyes as he rapidly surveyed his surroundings.

He hurled his empty gun straight at Fletcher.

As Fletcher flinched to dodge it, Douglas hoisted Mr. White and dove toward the fallen mercenaries.

He snatched up one of their rifles and returned fire!

The entire sequence was fluid, flawless, without a second of hesitation.

“Damn it!” Fletcher's face twisted in maddened rage. He aimed his submachine gun directly at Douglas. “Die!”

Just as Fletcher tightened his finger on the trigger to end it all...