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    The car crash was sudden, throwing Katelyn nearly out of the vehicle. Before they could react, a group of armed men rushed down from an opposing truck, aiming their weapons directly at them.


    Bang! Bang!


    Gunfire rang out, with shell casings scattering across the ground.


    “Get down!” Vincent shouted, pulling Katelyn close and swiftly grabbing a handgun from the glovepartment. Samuel also armed himself and dialed for backup at the same time.


    This was Katelyn’s first encounter with such violence, and herplexion turned ghostly pale. Thankfully, Vincent’s car was bulletproof, offering them some protection until help arrived.


    But the attackers seemed to know about the car’s modifications. Soon, several assants smashed the windshield with their gun butts and charged toward them.


    Vincent quickly exited the car, taking down one assant as he opened the door. He grabbed Katelyn’s hand, pulling her out and using the car as cover. Behind it, Vincent, Katelyn, and Samuel shielded themselves, returning fire whenever they could. Vincent’s shots were decisive and rapid.


    The air was thick with the scent of blood and gunpowder.


    Katelyn, weaponless and tense, could only watch as the fight unfolded.


    Despite Vincent’s and Samuel’s sharpshooting, they were outnumbered and outgunned. Their adversaries wielded automatic rifles, while they only had simple revolvers. Under the relentless assault, they couldn’t even risk peeking out from their cover.


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    Vincent pulled Katelyn close, shielding her with his body, and whispered urgently, “If there’s a chance, run and don’t look back.”


    Katelyn, her lips pressed tightly together, understood that staying would only hinder them. She nodded, ready to flee at the first opportunity.


    Samuel, witnessing this, was both concerned and perplexed by Vincent’s protectiveness. It was clear Vincent would take a bullet for her. Just then, the dire situation escted as an enemy gunman took aim at them from a distance.


    At the moment the opponent raised their gun, Vincent shouted a warning.


    “Watch out!”


    The assant fired quickly, aiming straight at Katelyn, who had no time to react.


    In a panic, Vincent instinctively stepped in front of her, absorbing the bullet meant for her.


    Katelyn heard Vincent grunt, then felt warm blood seeping from his chest. Her expression froze in shock and fear.


    “Vincent!” she cried out.


    “Mr. Adams!” Samuel shouted, panic rising in his voice.


    Holding onto Vincent, Katelyn was overwhelmed by his act of selflessness. Given the circumstances, Vincent could have moved out of the way, but he chose to protect her instead.


    Vincent’splexion turned pale, and he struggled to suppress the blood in his mouth.


    With Vincent injured, the attackers intensified their assault. However, just as the situation seemed dire, over a hundred heavily armed elite gunmen arrived, swiftly intervening and overpowering the attackers. The adversaries’ confidence waned instantly as Vincent’s reinforcements turned the tide.


    Seeing her chance, Katelyn helped Vincent up, supporting much of his weight.


    “Vincent, hold on. We’re getting you to a hospital,” she said, her voice shaking with urgency.


    Samuel quickly assisted, and together they rushed Vincent to the nearest hospital.


    In the car, Katelyn noticed her hands were covered in Vincent’s blood, a stark reminder of his sacrifice. Vincent, though in severe pain, remained conscious and silent, bearing his suffering stoically.


    Overwhelmed by guilt, Katelyn questioned, “Why would you do that? Why take a bullet for me?”


    Vincent, eyes closed, managed to reply calmly, “It was aimed at me. I couldn’t let you get hurt on my ount.”


    Upon reaching the hospital, Vincent was immediately taken into surgery to remove the bullet.


    Katelyn and Samuel waited anxiously in the corridor, haunted by the day’s violent events.


    As they stood there, Katelyn couldn’t help but feel responsible for Vincent’s injury.


    She turned to Samuel, her hands sped lightly. “Isn’t it odd? First, one of your employees is shot, and now this ambush.”


    Samuel looked up, a realization dawning on him. “Do you think it’s all connected?”


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