If Justin were dead, they could only sigh. If he stayed alive, then he could be their cash cow!


    ‘Greed is good. Their greed is my opportunity!’ Justin thought,


    With a swipe of his hand, Winston shouted, “Brothers! Capture him alive! We’ll be rich!”


    The mercenaries charged forward andunched an attack on Justin.


    Since his left arm was injured, Justin clenched his teeth and persisted in shooting with his right hand.


    He aimed straight for their chests without hesitation. Each shot was a deadly strike, killing them on the


    spot.


    Despite watching theirrades fall before them, the ruthless mercenaries seemed unfazed as they


    continued to pursue Justin relentlessly.


    ‘Billions, oh billions!’


    Even just a few million would be enough for them to live witho worries for the rest of their lives, no


    longer needing to live life edge! As for those who died, they could only me their bad luc


    At this moment, Winston cunningly retreated and positioned him at the back, waiting for these naive


    men to act as human shields, protecting him from the bullets.


    No matter how precise Justin’s marksmanship was, his gun had limited bullets.


    He nned to take advantage of the situation by capturing Justin and using him as leverage against


    Gregory and Nigel. This strategy would force them toply and give as much money as demanded.


    One by one, the mercenaries fell, and soon Justin’s ammunition ran low. Even though he was now


    unarmed, they were no match for him.


    But with his injuries, hisbat effectiveness diminished, and there was a real possibility of being


    captured!


    Justin thought to himself. ‘No! I can’t be caught, and even if I’m caught, I must deal with Winston first!’


    At a critical moment, Justin seized a gun from one of the mercenaries amid the chaos and fired two


    shots at Winston without any hesitation.


    Unexpectedly, Winston foresaw his intention and swiftly dodged behind one of hispanions, using


    him as a human shield.


    “Justin! I gave you a way out, but you insisted on walking into the gates of hell yourself. It’s your own


    fault!”


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    Winston was determined to eliminate Justin and picked up his submachine gun, preparing to kill him.


    Out of nowhere, a strong gust of wind swept in.


    Unbeknownst to them, the noise of a helicopter had been gradually drawing near during their fierce


    confrontation and now appeared right in front of them.


    A beautiful voice filled the air from above. “Winston! If youy a hand on my people, be ready to face


    the consequences!”


    Justin’s heart raced in his chest as he looked up at the dark night sky with awe.


    In the distance, a white helicopter hovered in mid-air, its cabin door


    revealing a woman standing on a ropedder holding a gleaming desert eagle. Her dark hair fluttered


    in the wind, and her captivating eyes glistened under the moonlight.


    How many women could exude such stunning beauty yet evoke fear?


    Justin gazed at her, tears welling up in his eyes. An involuntary smile formed on his lips.


    His woman had finally arrived.


    Be was here!