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    Katelyn tugged urgently at Vincent’s arm, her voice tense as she implored, “Mr. Adams, you need to go. You shouldn’t get involved.”


    Vincent had already risked so much for her, and she couldn’t bear to see him in danger again. Previously, a bullet had narrowly missed him, and she feared the next time might not be as lucky.


    Despite her pleas, Vincent remained unwavering. He was prepared to sacrifice himself to keep her safe. Their struggle caught the attention of the scar-faced man, who descended from the car roof and approached them with a mocking smile.


    “So, who’s willing to catch a bullet first?” he sneered, brandishing his pistol, the safety already disengaged.


    Katelyn stepped in front of Vincent, defiantly meeting the scar-faced man’s gaze. “Take me instead. Just leave the others unharmed.”


    Vincent tightened his grip on her arm, trying to shield her. “As long as I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you,” he assured her.


    The scar-faced man’sughter echoed mockingly around them. “You two really think this is a love story? How quaint! Why don’t we end this with a bullet for each of you?”


    Katelyn stood tall in the face of the looming pistol, her fear palpable, but she chose to protect the innocent life of the little girl over her own safety.


    Suddenly, a barrage of gunfire rang out, signaling a new offensive.


    Government elite forces had arrived, overwhelming the scar-faced man’s group in both numbers and firepower. Frustrated, the scar-faced man growled, “They think they can beat us? Fight back!” He scrambled back onto the roof and barked orders to his men. “Bring me the hostage!”


    As his thugs moved to seize the little girl, Vincent calmly stepped forward, offering himself. “I’ll take her ce.”


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    Without waiting for a response, Vincent followed the scar-faced man, exchanging a significant look with Katelyn as they passed.


    Vincent’s emotions, usually enigmatic, remained unreadable, even to Samuel, who had years of familiarity with him. But in that moment, his nce toward Katelyn seemed to convey both determination and reluctance, signaling a silent goodbye.


    Moved by the moment, Katelyn stepped forward, her voice trembling as she called out, “Vincent!”


    Despite her plea, Vincent walked on without looking back. Upon seeing Vincent, the scar-faced man mocked him and pressed the gun to his head, taunting, “So, you think you’re the hero? Here’s your chance to prove it.”


    Vincent, undeterred, focused on Katelyn as he submitted to the restraint, fully aware of the gravity of the situation—this was a matter of life or death.


    Even knowing the potential cost, he remained unflinching. He knew Katelyn would not hesitate to do the same. Their mutual willingness to sacrifice for each other was unmistakable.


    The scar-faced man then called out to the opposing forces, “Look at the hostage I have! Keep firing, and he dies next.”


    An authoritative voice responded firmly, “Lay down your weapons and surrender. Consider the smartest option. Think of your families at home and the innocent lives in your hands. Why unleash your fury on those who cannot defend themselves?”


    Defiantly, the scar-faced man countered, “Free my brothers, and perhaps I’ll spare them. Fail toply, and be prepared to face severe consequences.”


    As he dismissed the negotiation and prepared to shoot, a sudden flurry of gunfire from the right interrupted him.


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