Chapter 968

Chapter 968:

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Taking advantage of a brutal advantage, the man grabbed Mitchel's head, crushing it against the hard floor.

"High! Raegan shouted, but her plea was ignored as the man continued his merciless assault.

Driven by desperation, Raegan saw the gun he had dropped.

He lunged at it, grabbed it, and pointed it at the man. “Make another move and I shoot!” Her voice was firm, her aim firm, as she faced the man, ready to protect Mitchel at all costs.

At Raegan's sharp rebuke, the man in black stopped. However, his gaze revealed defiance as he taunted Raegan, “With those soft hands of yours, do you think you can handle a gun?”

As he spoke, he pointed his finger at Mitchel's ruined knee.

The sound alone was unbearable, but Mitchel endured in silence, without uttering a single word.

Raegan's hand, which was gripping the firearm, began to shake. He had acquired shooting skills. His father had taught him several techniques abroad to strengthen his self-defense, including marksmanship.

However, he had never held a firearm in real life.

Furthermore, upon his return to Ambrosia, strict regulations on firearms prohibited their use by civilians, except for federal agents. Consequently, Raegan had never had the chance.

Now taunted by the man, Raegan efficiently loaded her gun, removed the safety, and aimed it at him. His movements were fluid and well-rehearsed.

The man remained motionless, refusing to act, his only firearm, which Raegan now had pointed at him.

Raegan pointed at the man and firmly ordered, “Hands up! Back".

As the man raised an arm, his wandering gaze caught Mitchel's attention. Mitchel immediately understood that the man was preparing to deploy a smoke bomb.

“Bang!” Mitchel raised his elbow and hooked him, knocking him down.

The man grabbed his chin, preparing to hit back. To him, Mitchel, with a limp, was simply a cripple. How could he fight a cripple?

But before the man could fight back, Mitchel put him in an arm lock and squeezed until he lost consciousness.

Once he confirmed that the man was completely unconscious, Mitchel leaned against the wall, slowly gathering the strength to get up.

Then, silence enveloped the room. Moments before, Raegan had been brimming with excitement, but now she seemed to fade from existence.

When the smoke cleared, Raegan was pushed forward, the cold barrel of a gun against the back of her neck.

The figure holding the gun, soaked in blood and with a fearsome face, was none other than Katie.

Katie's mouth was a bloody sight, her lips blurry and grotesque, sending shivers down Raegan.

“Drop the gun,” Katie struggled to articulate. Although he managed to speak through his bloody mouth, every movement caused him intense pain.

Despite the recent injection of analgesics, the pain persisted and intensified with the slightest movement. Apparently his body was becoming immune to the painkiller.

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