A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce-Chapter 1008 - 1042: The person I want to keep, even Death can’t take away.
Chapter 1008: Chapter 1042: The person I want to keep, even Death can’t take away.
Wen Xin held the small sniper rifle in her hand, aiming the muzzle at the wheel of the SUV that had burst out and fired without hesitation.
The SUV, traveling at full speed, instantly lost its sense of direction and crashed into the wall of the tunnel.
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The driver of the SUV also reacted very quickly, stopping the vehicle steadily just as the front was about to hit the wall.
As the vehicle came to a stop, eight men dressed uniformly jumped down from the car, each holding a heavy machine gun in their hands.
Looking at the weapons in the hands of the eight people standing by the car, Moore shrank back unconsciously, his gaze shifting to Wen Xin through the rearview mirror.
“Little princess, do you think we can still run away? These people really want to kill you…”
Wen Xin propped the sniper rifle on the window, squinting her eyes as she looked outside. Her expression turned serious; she simply couldn’t think of anyone other than the Wen family who would want her dead.
These people didn’t seem to be related to the Wen family.
“Keep the car steady; I need to get on the roof.”
Wen Xin, looking at the SUV still some distance away, knew that all she could do now was to go all out. She didn’t want to die here, nor could she afford to.
No sooner had Wen Xin’s words fallen than Moore heard the back door of the car open, and the next second when he looked back, the car was empty.
While Moore marveled at Wen Xin’s swift actions, he heard the sound of four consecutive sniper shots…
His hands gripping the steering wheel tightened unconsciously, as he saw four of the eight people standing in the distance get their heads blown off instantly.
If not for seeing it with his own eyes, he would never believe that a normal human could perform such an act.
After Wen Xin made her move, the opposition began to retaliate. They picked up their heavy machine guns and started to spray bullets. However, their target was only Moore’s vehicle; they seemed to not dare to hurt Wen Xin for real.
Wen Xin, crouching on the roof, noticed their hesitation. Her cold eyes half-closed, the corner of her mouth curling up.
It seemed that these people still wanted to capture a live prisoner—what a dream!
The vehicle beneath her started to shake more violently; Wen Xin knew the car wasn’t going to last. She tried to keep her stance as steady as possible, tightly gripping the sniper rifle and firing three shots without hesitation.
As the bullets left the rifle, Wen Xin’s eyes narrowed slightly. She didn’t like killing, but there were those who just didn’t want to live peacefully…
Three more people slowly fell…
With the last two bullets left, Wen Xin shifted her target, aiming the muzzle at the shoulders of a man hiding at the rear of the SUV…
“Bang, bang…”
Unhesitatingly, she shot the last person in both shoulders…
As the gunfire ceased, the tunnel returned to quiet, and Moore also tried to slowly stop the badly damaged vehicle.
He jumped out quickly, one hand covering his chest, gasping for breath, looking up at Wen Xin who stood composed on the roof of the car.
“Little princess, thank goodness our car is bulletproof, otherwise… we might be gone…”
Wen Xin jumped down from the roof, glanced at the car with two blown-out tires, walked over to Moore, and gently patted his shoulder, speaking calmly, “You drove well…”
After saying that, Wen Xin stepped towards the direction of the SUV and walked over.
Moore looked at Wen Xin’s retreating back and let out a deep sigh, “This shit is too cinematic,” he thought. In just three minutes, he had figured out what to do in his next life.
He thought if he had another life, he would definitely stay away from this kind of life—standing at the top of the pyramid was exciting, but death came too quickly…
Gathering his thoughts, Moore noticed something off about the pale hand of Wen Xin walking in front of him, two red lines…
Drip, Drip…
When Moore had a clearer view, he quickly ran to Wen Xin’s side. He wanted to grab her arm but was worried that his action might inflict secondary damage to her wound.
“Little princess, are you hurt?”
Wen Xin, reaching the SUV, heard Moore’s agitated voice. She looked down at her shoulder and made a shushing gesture to him.
She lifted her foot and kicked the weapon next to her towards Moore’s feet, whispering, “The danger isn’t over. Take it, go to that corner and make a call for someone to pick us up…”
After Wen Xin finished speaking, Moore’s complexion turned even grimmer. He had been too careless; they had only covered two-fifths of the five-kilometer tunnel, meaning unknown dangers still lay ahead.
Thinking this, Moore instantly became alert. He quickly picked up the heavy machine gun from the ground and hid in the corner between the car and the wall. Taking out his phone, he dialed his assistant’s number.
Wen Xin’s gaze was cold as she watched Moore’s cowering movements, a faint smile on her lips, her face devoid of excess emotion.
Moving her gaze from Moore, Wen Xin walked to the only survivor among the eight men, crouched down, and looked at the man pretending to be dead against the car.
“No need to play dead. I know you’re alive. I’m always precise with my moves. If I want someone dead, there’s no chance they’ll survive. And if I don’t want them dead, even the Grim Reaper can’t take their life.”
Wen Xin’s icy voice echoed through the empty tunnel, sounding like it came from hell to the man’s ears.
The man slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wen Xin crouched before him, never having imagined such a stunningly beautiful girl could have such a ferocious side.
He had witnessed his brothers getting their heads blown off within minutes.
The overwhelming lethality Wen Xin displayed was something he had never encountered in all his years of training and executing missions.
He stared into Wen Xin’s dark, shining eyes, then closed his own again, feeling only one thing: this woman was terrifying.
“You’re the first batch, right? If we can keep going, there should be a second batch waiting to intercept us?”
Wen Xin looked at the Blood Bead dropping from her fingertip, her tone casual yet deliberate, as if everything was under her control.
The man, keeping his eyes closed, chose to remain silent, the pain in his shoulder causing him to furrow his brows involuntarily.
Seeing that the man didn’t seem inclined to speak, Wen Xin felt her guess was confirmed.
She stood up nonchalantly, arched an eyebrow, and pulled out a small vial from her pocket. She poured out a pill, placed it in her palm, and swallowed it.
At that moment, Moore had finished his call and arranged for someone to come for them.
Turning his head from the corner, he saw Wen Xin take something.
“What are you eating?”
“A coagulant.”
After speaking, Wen Xin casually tossed the vial to Moore, her gaze icy as she looked down at the man on the ground. In a detached tone she said to Moore, “Give him two of these. Don’t let him die, he is still useful!”
