In the passenger seat, Briar kept her head down, casually straightening her messy cor. But contrary to her calm movements, her face waspletely flushed.
In addition to her swollen lips, several conspicuous crimson hickeys were scattered across her neck and
corbone.
Anyone could tell they were the marks of a passionate encounter.
In contrast, Ashton, who was driving, remained as poised and elegant as ever, apart from a few more wrinkles on his rolled–up sleeves.
No one could tell that just ten minutes ago, Ashton had turned into a ‘ravenous wolf‘, pinning the “weak and helpless” Briar beneath him and doing as he pleased.
Briar gritted her teeth. If it wasn’t so heartless to kill her husband right after getting married, she really wanted to give him a good beating.
Seeing from the corner of his eye that Briar had straightened her clothes andposed herself, Ashton cleared his throat and asked, “Honey, we’ll meet up with Connor in about another 6 miles. Where is he now? Do we need to go pick him up?”
His words were serious, but his tone was cautious and eager to please. It couldn’t be helped; he had gotten carried away and been a little too wild earlier, angering his wife.
If Briar got angry enough to make him kneel outside the door tonight, he would probably be the first miserable man in history to be kicked out on his own wedding night.
Even a man as powerful as Ashton was still afraid of his wife when it mattered.
Briar shot Ashton a re, clearly still angry. “No need. We’re sharing our location, so he’ll follow behind us.”
That meant her man had likely seen everything when they lingered in front of Nittel Cathedral for so long.
Ashton hadpletely ruined her powerful and imposing image.
Ashton rubbed his nose<b>, </b>not daring to linger on the dangerous topic. “There are weapons in the box in the back seat. Pick one you like.”
They were going after the real Ben, and with the uncertainty of the situation, they had to bring guns.
Her uncles had prepared the car, so it was no surprise that it was stocked with weapons, given his influence.
Briar turned her head to look back and, sure enough, saw a long, ck leather case under the back seat.
She leaned over, swiftly opened the case, and was stunned by the neat rows of small gourd bombs inside. “Did my uncles prepare these?”
Small gourd bombs were the newest type of bomb in the world. Despite their size, they were incredibly
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<b>powerful</b>, <b>with </b><b>five </b><b>times </b><b>the </b><b>explosive </b><b>force </b><b>of </b><b>a </b>standard bomb.
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<b>However</b><b>, </b><b>these </b><b>micro</b>–bombs <b>were </b>extremely hard to get and were rumored to be controlled by only a handful <b>of </b><b>mercenary </b>organizations.
At <b>their </b>DDC Vanguard Mercenary Special Operations Base, only instructors and higher–ranking members <b>were </b>issued these bombs. This mission with Ashton was a private operation, <b>so </b>the DDC Vanguard <b>Base </b>would not provide <b>her </b>with weapons.
Ashton <b>was </b>driving and couldn’t turn around. “I had them prepared.”
Briar raised an eyebrow in surprise. “When did you have them prepared? How did I not know?”
Ashton <b>was </b><b>so </b>secretive.
They had been together sincest night, yet she hadn’t noticed when Ashton had arranged it.
Seeing the anger fade from Briar’s face, Ashton smiled. “Connor sent them. They just arrived this morning.”
Briar nodded. “Alright. Connor’s drive and efficiency certainly exin how he could gather so many weapons in such a short time.
“But I still prefer dynamite packs. They’re neat and square, and they make for some spectacr fireworks.”
Briar rummaged through the pile of small, gourd–shaped bombs, selected a handgun and three of the bombs, and then closed the leather case.
A muscle in Ashton’s jaw twitched. He tilted his head and nced at the ecstatic young woman. <b>“</b>Using dynamite as fireworks? Your hobbies are certainly… unique.”
Briar nodded, resting her chin on her hand propped on the car window. “That’s right. So don’t make me angry. Otherwise, I might just carry a pack of dynamite and light up your entire 121 Overseas Mercenary Organization.”
Ashton was speechless. “Noted. But the 121 Overseas Mercenary Organization is your property now, too. It’s our marital <b>asset</b>.”
Briar went silent.
As they spoke, Ashton nced in the rearview mirror, his eyes sharpening. “We’re being followed.”
Briar looked in the rearview mirror, too. She saw two cars trailing them from a distance. They kept arge gap, as if trying not to be seen.
But with tracking skills that poor, how could they possibly escape Ashton’s notice?
Ashton noticed they were being followed less than a minute after it started.
Briar and Ashton exchanged a look, both seeing mockery and killing intent in each other’s <b>eyes</b>. She slowly pulled out a small gourd–shaped bomb and said with a wicked smile, “Honey, how about I test the power of this little gourd?”
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Ashton was caught off guard when Briar called him “Honey.” He nodded, his voice raspy. “Okay.”
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Ashton maintained his speed, leading the two cars behind them onto a deserted, remote road. At a blind corner, Ashton whispered, “Honey, get ready.”
Briar nodded. “Okay.”
As soon as she spoke, Briar opened the car door. The moment Ashton stopped the car, she slipped out, quickly hid behind tworge trees, and quietly waited for her prey to enter the trap.
Then, Ashton’s car continued driving forward as if nothing had happened.
Because of the distance, the two cars behind didn’t notice that Briar had gotten out and continued to chase Ashton’s car.
Just as their cars passed 300 feet beyond the trees where Briar was hiding, two small, sparking gourd–shaped bombs appeared in her hands, one in each.
With a smile on her lips, Briar forcefully threw the small gourd–shaped bombs at the two cars. She then quickly retreated, running as fast as she could.
Just as Briar reached a safe distance, two explosions erupted simultaneously. She could even feel the air around her heat up from the st.
A momentter, Ashton’s car returned. He picked up Briar, who was waiting by the road. She slid into the car and grinned at him. “They’re dead, right?”
Ashton nodded. “Completely dead.”
The two gourd–shaped bombs were powerful enough to destroy two semi–bulletproof SUVs.
Briar pulled out her gun and said regretfully, “It’s a shame. If we weren’t in a hurry, I could have practiced my shooting with them.”
“Their tires are bulletproof,” Ashton said.
“I know, but their windows aren’t.” She wondered if the men had any idea they were tracking Ashton, since they had dared toe after him in a semi–bulletproof car.
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