?Chapter 547: Harlee, theres been a serious incident.


    A sniper targeted our convoy, blowing out the car tires and causing a severe crash.


    Currently, the scene is a wreck.


    About seven or eight police vehicles are totaled, and several officers are wounded.


    Your brother was in the lead vehicle and hes now unconscious.


    He is being sent to Bellflower Hospital.


    The area is swamped with chaos.


    Our units are stuck, forcing us to reroute via a side road.


    At that moment, Harlee was steering her car toward the ndestine hospital, her thoughts swirling with concern and uncertainty.


    Having seen through Harlees mind, Tonya immediately eximed, Harlee, you cant! Tonya grabbed Harlees phone and swiftly typed a response.


    Understood.


    Move fast to intercept the ck car and ensure Tiffanys safety.


    Tonya then turned off the device, her expression serious as she turned to Harlee.


    Listen, I get that youre worried sick about your brother, but sending Rhys over to our destination is trouble enough.


    Throwing Clint into the mix could worsen things.


    Harlees face showed her distress.


    I know, but Clint… Tonya cut her off firmly.


    Look, Ritchies update was clear.


    It was an ident.


    Theyve already rushed Clint to Bellflower Hospital.


    Discover fresh tales at g α? ησ ν???? ????s, Hes going to be okay.


    Trust me on this.


    Tonyas gaze locked with Harlees,pelling Harlee to consider her words.


    Only then did Harlee let go of her impulse to send the secret hospitals location to Ritchie.


    Later, Baldrick summoned her to his office, and Ritchie hadnt sent any updates to her.


    Roughly an hourter, Ritchie finally reached the base of a mountain, an area that felt deserted except for Tiffanys and Lindsays presence.


    As Ritchie pulled up, the scene before him was grim.


    Tiffany was sprawled on the ground, pinned harshly under Lindsays boot, her body bearing the brutal signs of multiple fractures.


    Lindsay, her heel grinding into Tiffanys head, reveled in a sinister thrill as Tiffanys agonized screams filled the air.


    At the sound of an approaching vehicle, Lindsay mistakenly assumed the men in ck had returned.


    She crouched down, viciously yanked Tiffanys head up by the hair, and hissed, Just go to hell! Then, dragging Tiffany by the scalp, Lindsay moved toward a rock, intent on smashing Tiffanys head against its sharpest edge.


    Just as Lindsay was about to carry out her gruesome intention, the piercing sound of a gunshot echoed through the air.


    Startled, Lindsays grip faltered, and Tiffanys head thudded against the soft earth instead of the rock.


    Scanning her surroundings for the shooter and realizing the danger, Lindsay bolted in panic.


    The car that had been nearing was none other than Ritchies.


    Fearing a dy in treatment, he didnt chase after Lindsay.


    He rushed over to the barely conscious Tiffany.


    Mindful of Tiffanys delicate condition, Ritchie gently ced her on a stretcher rather than carrying her outright, realizing the severity of her injuries when he felt her lifeless arm.


    Without wasting another moment, he loaded Tiffany into the car and swiftly brought her directly to Bellflower Hospital.


    There, he checked on Clints ongoing surgery and ryed the details to Harlee.


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