The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 278

Nicole closed her eyes. She clearly wanted to cry, but n o tears came.

She thought about it many times before. There were many things she wanted to say before she died, but right now, her mind was blank.

The rock fragments beside her that chipped off scratched her hand, making it drip with blood.

Old and new wounds intermingled, so grisly that its original appearance could not be seen.

The footsteps right in front of them sounded like they came from the Grim Reaper.

If only there was one bullet left. She would have saved it for herself...

She spotted the black muzzle of a gun from the corner of her eyes, then closed her eyes in despair.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in the air, approaching extremely quickly from a distance.

It was dozens of giant helicopters hovering densely overhead, covering the sky.

The pirates' gunfire stopped. They realized that the danger at this moment did not lie with the woman.

Rather, it was the sudden appearance of these giant helicopters.

Their muzzles turned swiftly to their new target.

The giant helicopters were painted in military camouflage, and each one was filled with people.

The Medianian flag!

In rehearsed movements, the soldiers slid down the hanging ladders with their rifles and quickly surrounded the dozens of pirates below.

The situation reversed so quickly.

The well-trained troops carried such a magnificent aura as they approached Nicole.

Nicole did not have the strength to see who those people were, but she heard Nathaniel's surprised cry.

"Eric! Uncle Eric! It's me, your favorite nephew...”

'Oh, it's Eric Ferguson. He’s here!'

Nicole struggled to open her eyes. She saw the beach i n front of her and the giant helicopter that was the closest to her.

The man wore a black trenchcoat. His figure was tall and well-built, and his eyes were frightfully cold.

He stepped down from the hanging ladder with the raging sea behind him and the giant helicopter above him as he held a gun in his right hand.

Even when facing the pirates and dangers behind Nicole, he still walked towards her without hesitation.

The man in front of her seemed to have less of his usual elegance and dignity. His unrestrained eyes were filled with madness and killing intent.

Nicole was in a trance as images began to overlap. It was as if she saw her hero from the streets of Europe.

However, her whole body's strength drained away, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

When he picked her up and saw the gunshot wound at her chest, he cried out her name in a hoarse voice.

Nicole thought to herself, 'Huh... Even Eric Ferguson is capable of feeling so anxious...'

The next second, darkness completely engulfed her.

A cold tempest surged, and the battle was bitter and confrontational. Both sides were uncompromising.

They did not show mercy like Nicole, who cherished human life.