Chapter 582: Chapter 582

Chapter 582:

“Rhys, I can’t bring myself to forgive them,” she murmured. Rhys, oblivious to her recent ordeal and the weight of her words, remained steadfastly by her side.

“Then we won’t forgive them,” he declared resolutely.

He said “we,” not “you,” a small word, but it spoke volumes.

Heart warmed by his solidarity, Harlee’s lips twitched into a radiant smile, a realization washing over her. True love was indeed very simple.

With a resolute “Okay,” she ended the call and maneuvered Kareem’s SUV through the lively streets of Baythorn.

As Harlee approached the open-air parking lot, her gaze grew icy. It was finally time to stand up and deal with these people once and for all!

In the open expanse of the parking lot, Vinson Chavez, Kareem’s trusted aide, pressed his lips into a tight line, his features etched with tension. The communication link had been severed, leaving them cut off from the outside world. They had no way of knowing when Baldrick’s reinforcements would arrive.

Due to the cunning and brazen tactics of these desperados, nearly half of the three advance teams had been wiped out by their suicide bombers.

Kareem glanced upward, signaling Vinson to stay quiet.

He then moved with deliberate precision, slowly slipping behind cover. In the blink of an eye, like a cobra striking its prey, he severed the enemy’s fingers, followed by a brutal series of moves: shattering the enemy’s arms and legs to disable the bomber before he could detonate the bomb. With a final twist, Kareem snapped the enemy’s neck.

Meanwhile, with his rifle aimed at the advancing enemies, Vinson pulled the trigger without hesitation.

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As gunfire rang out like a relentless drumbeat, Vinson realized the key to keeping the enemies at bay was detonating the explosives strapped to their bodies before they could close the gap.

When Vinson voiced this bold strategy to Kareem, who was meticulously inspecting one of the enemy’s bombs, he was met with fierce opposition.

“I’ve already considered that approach. It won’t work,” Kareem said bluntly. If they detonated the bombs prematurely, the desperate attackers would surely regroup and trigger their explosives in unison, potentially leveling the entire residential area.

At that moment, Harlee appeared out of nowhere, her timing impeccable as she took down a black-clad figure who was just about to strike Vinson from behind. The few remaining soldiers and Vinson were left in stunned silence as they watched Harlee dismantle the enemy with ruthless precision.

Her swift movements disrupted their efforts, slowing them down and almost exposing their positions.

For a moment, they couldn’t wrap their minds around what they had witnessed. Kareem had always bragged about how cute and sweet his sister was. Was this what he meant by sweet?

Kareem grabbed the dazed Vinson by the arm and barked at the others, his voice dangerously loud, teetering on the edge of revealing their location.

“Are you all trying to get yourselves killed by being distracted? Focus!”

The sharp reprimand snapped the team back into action, their resolve hardening as they returned fire with renewed intensity.

However, Kareem’s outburst had given a man who was located a few hundred meters away the perfect opportunity. The man pulled the trigger.

A sharp gunshot echoed through the air, and he eagerly reached for his binoculars, keen to admire his shot. To his surprise, he hadn’t shot Kareem! He couldn’t believe his eyes.

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