NovelEnglishChapter 1292 Chapter 1292: Rhys watched silently, marveling at how such a fool had gained power.
"Drop all your weapons here and leave the island if you want to preserve what Miss Santos left!" Herman shouted, attempting to bargain with Harlee.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHerman had done his homework, knowing Harlee was Tonya's best friend, and tried to use that to his advantage.
As Herman spoke, he nudged the young man's waist, silently signaling him to push the detonator forward. "Hurry up, or we'll all go down with this island!" Rhys' brow creased. He loathed threats, particularly those aimed at Harlee. He encircled her slim waist with one arm, drawing her close for protection, while his free hand quietly took her silver pistol. His tone was resolute. "I'll take care of this." Following Rhys' action, three gunshots echoed through the air. The young man collapsed into a pool of blood, while Herman slumped to the floor, his pants stained with blood, yet he displayed no sign of pain.
Rhys' initial shot struck the young man's arm, the next bullet pierced his forehead, and the last one grazed Herman's groin.
Herman stared in shock as Patrick, from his position on the wall, effortlessly leaped down, seized the detonator, and pulled him into the courtyard.
gvlnovls.com, your destination for tales Patrick said, "This detonator is real." Harlee nodded slightly and then leaped into the courtyard herself.
"Be careful," Rhys blurted out, not expecting Harlee to dive into a yard teeming with venomous snakes. Worry paled his face as he quickly followed her down to offer protection.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUpon their arrival, the snakes, drawn by the new human presence, moved toward them swiftly. However, after several gunshots rang out, many snakes were left motionless, and the rest seemed to reconsider, hesitating to get closer to Harlee.
Patrick stood there, unable to find words. Could this tactic really succeed? He followed suit, taking aim and eliminating the remaining snakes.
Harlee approached the Clifford family step by step, causing those inside the villa to shake with fear. So much so, that the armed men dropped their weapons. Her gaze was piercing and cold, her expression filled only with merciless intent as she stared down at Herman on the floor.
Next to Harlee, Rhys had an aura like that of the Grim Reaper himself. Every step he took made Herman shiver more.
In desperation, Herman picked up a snake from the floor and threw it at Harlee.
Rhys seized Harlee's hand, fired a shot, and struck the slender snake in mid-air, its blood splattering across the surroundings.
The horror-stricken onlookers watched in disbelief. What kind of masterful marksmanship was this? Their eyes shifted to the crowd gathering outside... Was it truly necessary to bring so many people to handle them? Or did even maniacs require entourages?
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