Chapter 547:
âHarlee, thereâs been a serious incident.
A sniper targeted our convoy, blowing out the car tires and causing a severe crash.
Currently, the scene is a wreck.
About seven or eight police vehicles are totaled, and several officers are wounded. Your brother was in the lead vehicle and heâs now unconscious.
He is being sent to Bellflower Hospital. The area is swamped with chaos. Our units are stuck, forcing us to reroute via a side road.â
At that moment, Harlee was steering her car toward the clandestine hospital, her thoughts swirling with concern and uncertainty.
Having seen through Harleeâs mind, Tonya immediately exclaimed, âHarlee, you canât!â
Tonya grabbed Harleeâs phone and swiftly typed a response.
âUnderstood. Move fast to intercept the black car and ensure Tiffanyâs safety.â
Tonya then turned off the device, her expression serious as she turned to Harlee.
âListen, I get that youâre worried sick about your brother, but sending Rhys over to our destination is trouble enough. Throwing Clint into the mix could worsen things.â
Harleeâs face showed her distress.
âI know, but Clintâ¦â
Tonya cut her off firmly.
âLook, Ritchieâs update was clear. It was an accident. Theyâve already rushed Clint to Bellflower Hospital.
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Heâs going to be okay. Trust me on this.â
Tonyaâs gaze locked with Harleeâs, compelling Harlee to consider her words. Only then did Harlee let go of her impulse to send the secret hospitalâs location to Ritchie.
Later, Baldrick summoned her to his office, and Ritchie hadnât sent any updates to her. Roughly an hour later, Ritchie finally reached the base of a mountain, an area that felt deserted except for Tiffanyâs and Lindsayâs presence.
As Ritchie pulled up, the scene before him was grim. Tiffany was sprawled on the ground, pinned harshly under Lindsayâs boot, her body bearing the brutal signs of multiple fractures. Lindsay, her heel grinding into Tiffanyâs head, reveled in a sinister thrill as Tiffanyâs agonized screams filled the air.
At the sound of an approaching vehicle, Lindsay mistakenly assumed the men in black had returned. She crouched down, viciously yanked Tiffanyâs head up by the hair, and hissed, âJust go to hell!â Then, dragging Tiffany by the scalp, Lindsay moved toward a rock, intent on smashing Tiffanyâs head against its sharpest edge.
Just as Lindsay was about to carry out her gruesome intention, the piercing sound of a gunshot echoed through the air. Startled, Lindsayâs grip faltered, and Tiffanyâs head thudded against the soft earth instead of the rock.
Scanning her surroundings for the shooter and realizing the danger, Lindsay bolted in panic. The car that had been nearing was none other than Ritchieâs.
Fearing a delay in treatment, he didnât chase after Lindsay.
He rushed over to the barely conscious Tiffany.
Mindful of Tiffanyâs delicate condition, Ritchie gently placed her on a stretcher rather than carrying her outright, realizing the severity of her injuries when he felt her lifeless arm. Without wasting another moment, he loaded Tiffany into the car and swiftly brought her directly to Bellflower Hospital. There, he checked on Clintâs ongoing surgery and relayed the details to Harlee.
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