The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge (Anna and Justin) novel Chapter 1008

Chapter 1008 

If Justin were dead, they could only sigh. If he stayed alive, then he 

could become their cash cow! 

‘Greed is good. Their greed is my opportunity!’ Justin thought, 

With a swipe of his hand, Winston shouted, “Brothers! Capture him 

alive! We’ll be rich!” 

The mercenaries charged forward and launched an attack on Justin. 

Since his left arm was injured, Justin clenched his teeth and persisted 

in shooting with his right hand. He aimed straight for their chests 

without hesitation. Each shot was a deadly strike, killing them on the 

spot. 

Despite watching their comrades fall before them, the ruthless 

mercenaries seemed unfazed as they continued to pursue Justin 

relentlessly. 

‘Billions, oh billions!’ 

Even just a few million would be enough for them to live witho 

worries for the rest of their lives, no longer needing to live life 

edge! As for those who died, they could only blame their bad luc 

At this moment, Winston cunningly retreated and positioned him 

at the back, waiting for these naive men to act as human shields, 

protecting him from the bullets. 

No matter how precise Justin’s marksmanship was, his gun had limited bullets. 

Chapter 1008 

He planned to take advantage of the situation by capturing Justin and using him as leverage against Gregory and Nigel. This strategy would force them to comply and give as much money as demanded. 

One by one, the mercenaries fell, and soon Justin’s ammunition ran low. Even though he was now unarmed, they were no match for him. 

But with his injuries, his combat effectiveness diminished, and there 

was a real possibility of being captured! 

Justin thought to himself. ‘No! I can’t be caught, and even if I’m 

caught, I must deal with Winston first!’ 

At a critical moment, Justin seized a gun from one of the 

mercenaries amid the chaos and fired two shots at Winston without 

any hesitation. 

Unexpectedly, Winston foresaw his intention and swiftly dodged 

behind one of his companions, using him as a human shield. 

“Justin! I gave you a way out, but you insisted on walking into the gates of hell yourself. It’s your own fault!” 

Winston was determined to eliminate Justin and picked up his 

submachine gun, preparing to kill him. 

Out of nowhere, a strong gust of wind swept in. 

Unbeknownst to them, the noise of a helicopter had been gradually drawing near during their fierce confrontation and now appeared right 

in front of them.