The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Novel - Chapter 93
Chapter 93: Blow His Brains Out
Behind the big tree, a man in black fell to the ground.
Claire squatted down on one knee and pulled out the knife stabbed into his heart.
The blade was soaked in blood, like a satisfying little beast, reflecting a fierce light.
She wiped the knife clean on the man and hid it in the cuff again.
At this moment, the man opened his eyes and exhausted his last strength to blow a whistle.
Immediately, a group of people clad in black surged out, raising their guns and aiming at Claire.
They pulled the trigger without hesitation and fired a volley of bullets.
Obviously, they wanted to put her to death.
Claire was very responsive, taking away the gun from the dying man’s hand with one hand, lifting him, and placing him in front as a shield.
He became a perfect human shield.
All the bullets hit the man.
“Sister-in-law!”
Suddenly, a shout came from behind.
Claire turned his head and found that Mr. Hopkins and Derek were standing not far away.
She frowned, feeling a little irritable. “Why did you get out of the car? Mr. Hopkins, take Derek away!”
“I’m not going! I’m not going!” Derek shouted, trying to rush towards Claire.
Mr. Hopkins hugged him. “Derek, it’s dangerous over there!”
Claire sighed and said helplessly, “Be good, okay?”
“No! I won’t!” Derek struggled fiercely in Mr. Hopkins’s arms, tears falling down with a splash. “Sister-in-law, I won’t leave you behind alone. I want to stay and help you! Even if we weren’t born on the same day, we must die on the same day!”
B*llshit!
Claire could only shout. “Hurry up, your presence here will only distract me!”
Mr. Hopkins forcibly dragged Derek away.
Claire stuck the gun out of the armpit of the corpse, without even aiming, and fired a few bullets in succession. There were no missed shots, instead a large number of attackers were shot to death in an instant.
From beginning to end, she acted agilely and calmly, like a professional killer.
Now only the last man was left.
He looked around at the bodies on the ground, and subconsciously took two steps backward. The hand holding the gun began to tremble slightly.
Wasn’t the other party just a little girl?!
Claire threw the dead man in front of her to the ground. She held the gun, and narrowed one eye. Her face was as cold as snow.
The gun’s muzzle slowly moved down as she aimed at the man’s knee and pulled the trigger.
The bullet ran a beautiful arc in midair.
“Ahhhh…”
The man screamed and fell to the ground instantly, holding his leg in pain.
Stepping on the dripping blood, Claire walked to the person and slammed her foot on his shoulder, and her cold eyes swept across the surrounding area.
They had disguised themselves well, but the guns they were using belonged to the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs.
Claire gently gathered her hair which had been fluttered by the wind, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of her lips. “Take me to see your master.”
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The Harris’ Villa.
In the lobby, Glen has just finished his official duties.
A promotion was coming soon and he had been on a roll recently. Now he was sitting on the sofa relaxingly drinking tea.
Suddenly, a dark shadow flew in from outside the door and slammed heavily in front of him.
He took a closer look and found that it was one of his soldiers who was wounded by a gunshot. He was covered in blood, and seemed to be dying.
What happened?!
Glen lunged to his feet, his whole body tensed. He looked alert.
At this moment, another shadow came in from outside the gate.
He frowned and looked carefully.
It was a teenage girl who was wearing an overall that looked somewhat childish, with her pitch-black hair pouring over her thin shoulders.
Her plain clothes couldn’t hide her stunningly beautiful face. She was a true beauty.
Her skin was tender and smooth, her legs were long and her waist was slim.
She was holding a gun. There was dazzling sunlight behind her. Her beautiful face was hidden in the shadows and looked gloomy.
When he saw that it was a girl, Glen heaved a sigh of relief and scolded. “Who are you? How dare you break into my house?!”
Claire lowered her head and raised her eyes, her bloodshot eyes wicked. She sneered in response. “You sent people to kill me but don’t know who I am?”
Glen was stunned for a moment and suddenly seemed to think of something. He was taken aback the next moment. “You… you are Claire?!”
He couldn’t believe it.
He had sent so many soldiers to kill a little girl, which should have been a breeze.
How could she still be alive?!
Glen reached for the gun at his waist when there was a loud bang.
A bullet suddenly penetrated his palm.
“Ahhh…”
He slumped down on the sofa, clutching his bloody hand, and looked at Claire in astonishment.
As the Vice Minister of Military and Political Affairs, he was actually… injured by a little girl!
Hearing the gunshot, a group of guards immediately rushed into the hall and raised their guns.
Claire strode forward, and stepped on the coffee table. She flew onto the sofa, and pointed the gun directly at Glen’s temple.
“I’ll blow his brains out if you shoot.”
