Samuel flinched in shock and quickly pulled the handgun from his waistband, moving carefully to take cover behind a nearby wall.
The sound of another gunshot echoed sharply.
Katelyn lunged forward, rolling across the floor before kicking the chair Langston was seated on with all her strength. The chair crashed to the floor, pulling Langston down along with it.
The bullet struck the wall this time. If Katelyn hadn’t knocked the chair over, the bullet would have gone right through Langston’s heart.
Vincent reacted instantly, his eyes already locked in the direction where the shot had come from.
A faint flash of white light caught the sun’s rays from the rooftop of the abandoned building across.
Without a moment’s pause, he pulled out his gun and fired. Each movement flowed effortlessly, as if rehearsed a thousand times over.
The bullets met in mid-air with a sharp crack.
The sniper rifle packed more power, but Vincent’s handgun was built for close-range battles. Still, as the two shots collided, the sniper bullet’s path shifted.
The bullet from the handgun dropped to the floor as the sniper’s round slammed into a nearby wall. Langston barely managed to dodge a deadly shot.
Katelyn and Vincent shared a brief look, their coordination perfect.
Without hesitation, Vincent barked, “Samuel, get the sniper!”
Samuel’s face tightened, and without hesitation, he replied, “Yes!”
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Vincent moved quickly, grabbing Langston and lifting him off the floor. He set him down behind a wall for cover.
Katelyn was preparing to treat Langston’s shoulder wound, but then she paused, meeting Vincent’s intense gaze. She stopped, a frown tugging at her face.
“Mr. Adams, his injury is serious. We need to get him to a hospital right away.”
Langston let out a gentle laugh.
“Hahaha, you really think a hospital is going to keep me safe?”
The fear that once lingered in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a quiet acceptance. From the very beginning, he was never meant for an easy life.
Vincent’s stare could freeze anyone in their tracks. The attackers had only one goal—to make sure Langston never spoke again. And Langston was right; going to the hospital would be the end for him.
Katelyn locked eyes with Langston, her voice hard as she demanded, “Who’s behind this? Who’s the one pulling the strings?”
She understood Langston’s desire to make a name for himself in Granville, but she couldn’t shake the feeling he wasn’t working alone. She even suspected that Langston wasn’t just working with the T Organization. No, he might actually be one of them!
Now, her desire to uncover the true leader of the T Organization and their intentions grew stronger.
Langston gritted his teeth, fighting through the pain as he gasped for air. He fought to push himself up against the wall, his face ashen as he sneered and said, “Katelyn, it looks like everyone’s gunning for you.”
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