Chapter 1198: Chapter 1198

Chapter 1198:

“Understood,” Rhys replied.

Seeing her composed once more, Rhys let out a sigh of relief.

As long as they remained focused, there was still hope of escape.

Meanwhile, Robbie’s face darkened as he read the message.

He knew Harlee wouldn’t have sent those words unless they were in grave danger.

“Christopher, stay and coordinate with the others. Patrick, Hamilton, come with me. We need to reach them in fifteen minutes!” Robbie instructed.

“Got it!” The others acknowledged, their faces set with resolve. Meanwhile, the assassins closed in, forcing Harlee and Rhys into a corner.

Harlee glanced at Rhys.

“Now, head southeast. The pursuit is weaker there!”

Rhys immediately moved at her command, taking down three enemies in swift succession.

But as more kept coming, he began to slow.

His ammo was running low, and he had to resort to close combat to disarm his opponents.

Harlee was in a similar situation.

A bullet had grazed her side, and blood began to trickle out. Yet, she remained silent.

The fight raged for nearly ten minutes. Just as they were about to collapse from fatigue, Harlee screamed at the top of her lungs, “Now, go!”

“You go ahead. I’ll cover the back.” Rhys’ eyes were red from the intense combat, his body soaked with both his and his enemies’ blood.

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Hearing his declaration, Harlee felt her heart jolt. Old memories rushed back, reviving that suffocating sensation of being choked. Was he truly prepared to risk his life for her safety once more? She faced him, her expression resolute.

“Where you go, I go. You die, I die.”

Rhys spun around, his face breaking into a wild smile.

“Die? It’s them who’ll be dying today!”

Harlee looked at him, thinking he had gone mad from the combat adrenaline.

Could they really take on nearly a hundred people?

“Don’t be reckless. Let’s escape together!” she said, reaching to pull him away.

But then, with a loud “bang,” Rhys seized a submachine gun from a fallen enemy and handed it to Harlee.

“Take this and lead the way!” he commanded.

Instantly, Rhys kicked an adversary aside and grabbed the machine gun from the latter.

The moment Rhys had the machine gun, every assassin focused on him. They scrambled for cover, yelling, “Retreat! Take cover! He’s running low on ammo. Let’s make him shoot it all!”

“Fall back! Fall back! Fall back!” The sound of the retreating enemies was overwhelming, their numbers swelling from a few to nearly a hundred.

Harlee quickly surveyed the surroundings, seizing Rhys’ arm.

“I’ll take the lead, and you watch our back. We have three minutes to break out!”

She tried to pull him forward, but Rhys stood firm, his gaze fixed on hers.

Suddenly, he pulled her backward and said, “We can’t just break through. They’ve got bombs.”

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