Chapter 541:
âMr. Green, take mineâ¦â But Rhys cut him off sharply.
âNo need.â
He then directed Patrick to park the car and instructed them to move to the edge of the bridge after he counted to three.
As soon as they exited the car, they barely had time to react before a hail of bullets erupted around them, forcing them to take cover and fight back.
Rhysâ arsenal was down to the last two submachine guns, a heavy machine gun, and a few pistols.
He tossed two pistols to Harlee, a silent command to defend herself.
Gripping the submachine guns, Rhys unleashed a barrage of bullets, creating a temporary shield of firepower to push back their attackers.
But the enemy was relentless. They quickly regrouped, their firepower forcing the trio into a deadly corner.
Though still recovering, Harlee managed to shoot with precision, her aim sharp thanks to Tonyaâs medicine.
But even that wasnât enough to turn the tide.
Rhysâ face darkened, his voice steady but urgent.
âPatrick, protect Harlee and jump off the bridge. Iâll try to divert their attention.â
Harleeâs eyes flashed with cold defiance as she continued firing.
âNo. Itâs too risky without a vest. We can hold them off for at least five minutes until reinforcements get here!â
Her estimate was spot on, though it came with a seventy percent chance of failure.
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Rhys didnât want to risk her safety, so he locked eyes with her, his tone hardening.
âListen to me. On my count of three, you jump.â He paused for a moment, his voice softening slightly.
âDonât worry. I wonât get hurt.â
Harleeâs heart pounded in her chest. She knew that if they couldnât come to an agreement, they wouldnât make it out alive. With a reluctant nod, she finally conceded.
âAlright. You cover.â
Patrick had offered to cover them several times, but Rhys refused each time.
âYou need to protect Harlee,â Rhys stated, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Rhys was struggling, his confidence wavering as he grappled with the fear that he couldnât protect Harlee and make the jump with her safely.
Their plan unfolded like clockwork, each move seamless and precise. They retreated to the bridgeâs edge, and within a minute, Harlee found a spot to jump from.
But, as was often the case, hope brought with it its own set of challenges.
As Harlee climbed up, preparing to jump, a bullet rang out. In her current state, she had no way of dodging it. Still climbing, Patrick couldnât do a thing to help.
Harlee twisted her body, hoping to shield herself just enough so the bullet wouldnât hit anything vital.
Three long seconds ticked by, but the sharp sting of pain never came.
While covering their escape, Rhys spotted the shooter hiding at the corner. Without a second thought, he dashed toward Harlee, willing to brave the gunfire to get to her.
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