Chapter 967

Chapter 967:

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She broke free of his embrace and bent down to inspect his wound, her eyes filling with tears. «Has Lorenzo done this to you?»

"I'm fine". Mitchel didn't want Raegan to think about her injury. Gently pulling her to her feet, he redirected her attention, asking, “What about you? Are you hurt?

His gaze softened and the previous coldness was replaced by a concern that Raegan recognized and found comforting. She was sincere.

Sensing his genuine concern, Raegan's racing heart began to calm down.

Despite their history of unpleasant encounters, at this critical moment, such matters seemed insignificant. Right now, neither of them wanted to waste time explaining the complicated past.

“I…” Raegan started to respond, but her words were cut off by the chilling sound of a gun being cocked.

They both stood paralyzed.

The man in black had crept up, pointing his guns at the two and ordering, “Hands up! Don't move."

Raegan obeyed tensely, raising her hands. Mitchell did the same.

The man, still resentful of Raegan's earlier defensive actions, wanted revenge. He specifically addressed her, ordering: "Let her come here."

"By no means!" Mitchel protested immediately.

Despite having his hands raised, he stood protectively in front of Raegan, stating, "She's not going anywhere."

"You're looking for death!" the man snapped, firing in his direction.

"Careful!" Raegan reacted quickly and pushed Mitchel away.

The two quickly rolled to the ground for cover. Mitchel quickly pulled out a smoke grenade from his equipment and threw it towards the elevator entrance.

In a few moments, the area was enveloped in a dense cloud of smoke.

Coughing could be heard in the smoke screen. Nobody could see anything.

Two more shots pierced the fog as the man fired wildly, driven by desperation.

Mitchel had pulled Raegan into a tight hug, finding some sort of refuge in a corner.

As the smoke began to clear, Mitchel touched Raegan's back and exchanged a look with her.

Mitchel crawled towards the man, grabbed him by the leg and tackled him to the ground.

The man fell hard to the ground and his weapon fell away from him. A hand-to-hand fight ensued.

The man, aware of the wound on Mitchel's leg, took advantage of it mercilessly, kicking the vulnerable spot.

As Mitchel's wound worsened, bleeding profusely, he began to lose strength and the advantage in the fight.

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