She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 150

Then, Loyce turned to face her pursuers. She met the first man’s charge with a swift side kick that sent him tumbling into the sea. The second raised his gun to aim, but Loyce scooped up a seashell from the beach and flung it with pinpoint accuracy, striking him squarely on the wrist.

“Ah!” he screamed, his pistol clattering into the waves.

Loyce grabbed his collar and drove her knee hard into his stomach. The man doubled over in agony, but she pinned him firmly to the sand.

“Talk!” Loyce ripped off his mask, revealing an unfamiliar, snarling face. “Where did you get the ‘Crimson Edge’ rifles?”

The man spat out a mouthful of blood and grinned viciously. “You bitch, you think—”

“Crack!”

With a chillingly clean motion, Loyce snapped one of his fingers. Before he could even scream, she clamped a hand over his throat and shoved his head under the water.

“I’ll ask one more time,” she said, her voice as cold as ice. “Where did the guns come from?”

The man struggled desperately. Just as he was about to suffocate, she pulled him back up. He coughed and gasped for air, his will finally breaking. “I don’t know! I really don’t know! It was a casino deal! With Onyx Tiger!”

“Metropia’s biggest casino?” Loyce pressed.

“Yes! That’s the one!”

Loyce finally released him. But in the next second, the man snatched a large rock from the sand and lunged, swinging it at her head.

“Bang!”

A gunshot rang out, faster than Loyce could react. A bullet zipped past her hair and buried itself in the attacker’s eye socket. Blood spattered across her face. The man collapsed.

The wail of sirens followed, their red and blue lights flashing in the distance. But arriving even before the police was a tall, imposing figure.

Lucian Shapiro strode toward them through the moonlight, his black combat boots sinking into the soft sand with a presence that was almost suffocating. The pistol in his hand was still smoking, its muzzle lowered but ready to fire at a moment's notice.

The night wind whipped at the hem of his black trench coat, revealing a tactical knife and spare magazines clipped to his belt. The moonlight carved out the sharp angles of his profile, and his hawkish eyes, glinting in the dark, were locked on Loyce.

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