Sophie's mind inevitably drifted back to the moment before she left, when Colby handed her the revolver.
“There are only six bullets. If things really go south, you won’t have time to reload, so... make sure to aim carefully.”
Sophie was a good shot, but there were just too many of them.
Once again, her own words to Colby echoed in her ears: “I figure, even if I do use up all the bullets, you’d definitely have made it to my side by then, right?”
Unfortunately, this time she would not be able to wait for him.
‘Bang—!’
A gunshot tore through the sky.
Kena’s bullet, under the cover of mercenaries, pierced straight through Sophie’s chest.
At that moment, hearing the gunshot, Jenna yelled to the people behind her: “Hurry up! Move faster!”
Adler and Harold, among others, were already darting through the woods.
They hadn't been waiting outside but had moved into the dense forest shortly after Colby left.
With many people, they quickly identified their location from their memories.
As soon as they saw the signal, they immediately rushed over.
The sound of gunfire grew closer.
But that was the last shot; after that, silence ensued.
“Ma’am, someone’s coming.”
One of the mercenaries quickly detected a large group of people approaching.
Kena frowned, glanced at Sophie lying on the ground not far away, and coldly ordered, “Evacuate!”
“Yes!”
In the dense forest nearby, Colby had already reached the location where the flare had been launched, but he couldn’t see anyone.
The gunfire had stopped.
The air was thick with the scent of blood.
“Sir, it should be just ahead!”
Before his subordinate could finish speaking, Colby had already started running towards the direction ahead, his men barely keeping up with his pace.
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