Hermosa stared at Brent's sleeping face for an extended period of time after he had fallen asleep, as if she wanted to permanently etch his strikingly good-looking physiognomy into her memory. In the next life she would be able to remember and find him by impression. Hopefully by that time they would be well together and then never be apart for the rest of their lives. She ran her hand through Brent's hair. These days they were all busy investigating the Davis vault. Brent, in particular, was often on the phone with Sam even after she had fallen asleep. Lately, from exhaustion, Sir looked much thinner. And she worried if, in her absence, Sir would be even less concerned about his health because he misses her. Hermosa could not help but shed tears whenever she thought about it. She had known for a long time that this mission was going to be a bad one. All the tears she had endured in front of Brent all these days because of her anxiety were released at this moment. It was not
Tears are the weapon of the weak.Especially the tears of women.Men are used to seeing bitches who are coquettish for their welfare and love, and those little tricks can't sway any man at the critical moment.Only the tears of the weak can excite them in the presence of these men.The tyrants usually take pleasure in destroying the spirit of others.Hermosa had worked in the Gentleman's Bar for so many years and had helped Randolph on so many missions.She was aware that in dire situations, where a split second may mean the difference between life and death, tears were the best sign of submission.Randolph looked at the tears in the corners of Hermosa's eyes and suddenly smiled.He squeezed the corner of Hermosa's mouth, which was leaking blood, and laughed wildly.Yes, everything was in his hands now.He wasn't afraid of anything.This woman now had the two most important people in her life in his hands.She should have given in to fate long ago, as she had done now.If he didn't ha
"Get out of the way!"Fido thought he had gotten his way as he pushed Randolph out of the way to get to Hermosa's side and before he could do anything, Randolph pulled the trigger on him."Bang!"A loud bang rang out in the small underground space and Fido collapsed stiffly beside Hermosa.She only felt her stomach flip and covered her mouth as she subconsciously stepped back, only to have Randolph's hand firmly clamped down, the muzzle of the gun with its residual heat pressed against his temple."Hermosa!"Brent didn't know how he'd made it to the basement with such difficulty.He also failed to notice the blood that trickled from his leg's wound as he moved.He managed to make it down to the doorway of the underground vault only with the strength of his arm, and his heart almost stopped the moment he saw Hermosa being held at gunpoint by Randolph.The scene was almost identical to the one in his dream.The red eyes of the woman in the dream, blood pouring out of them, and finally th
Before Randolph could say anything else, he was interrupted by a harsh scream.It was Jarek who screamed. He covered his neck in horror, unable to stop the blood gushing from his artery.It wasn't until a flash of silver light that Randolph saw clearly that Jarek had a scalpel inserted in his wound."Cough, cough!"The air plunged into Brent's lungs at the threshold of asphyxiation, causing a sharp pain in his chest.But he couldn't care less about the pain at the moment and struggled to pull the blade out of Jarek's neck before plunging it in deep once more.More blood splattered from Jarek's wound, staining the ceiling and the walls around him.He bounced in pain like a dying fish, only to be pushed aside unceremoniously by Brent.[Ah, the pomegranates are still in bloom.]He sat on his knees, his eyes obscured by the shattered hair in front of him, and Randolph could not see his expression, only a wry smile lifting the corners of his mouth.His blood-stained scalpel was clutched ti
There was Brent, pulling the trigger in chagrin. He looked at the chamber of his pistol which was empty, they were out of ammunition.Randolph saw this with a grim and frantic smile and stepped closer to them, covering his wounds.His waist was oozing with scarlet blood that soon stained the water around him.It was as if he was desperate to fight Brent and the others to the death.His hands trembled and his eyes were clear of the determination of a murderous maniac.His aim was simple: to survive, take the money and leave the country. His arm was visibly shaking, but the eye of the gun was still aimed at Brent's brow.If the shot was accurate, Brent would be dead for sure."Bang!"Perhaps the recoil from the shot was too strong and Randolph missed his aim, the bullet grazing Brent's hair and flashing against the wall in a chilling flash of fire.The shot jolted Randolph's step back a few paces.But his wound soon adjusted to the pain of the muscle pull and he quickly adjusted himself
Randolph was no longer a threat to them and the time had come to contact Sam, but when Brent and Hermosa calmed down and pulled their phones out of their pockets, they found that there was no signal at all.Brent tries to walk to the side of the vault door and raise the phone, but there is still no signal.They were now like birds in a cage, without their only chance to call for help.Hermosa had her back to him and before she knew it she was sweating cold, even though they were temporarily free of the tension they had felt during the confrontation with Randolph, but her body couldn't really relax.Her injuries made her suffer in silence, and she had to keep her body tense, in order not to worry Brent.The enclosed environment cut off the big water outside and all information. They didn't know when Sam would bring his men and all they could do now was wait.Sam was sure to bring someone soon. They didn't worry too much at first, putting their phones down and examining the small space,
"The long-running gang "Bloody Wolves," whose leader, Randolph, and his colleagues were killed, has lately been busted by the NYC police with the assistance of committed individuals.Randolph, the gang's leader, has been revealed by police to have extensive illegal cross-border connections with the Burmese terrorist underworld.Last month, the city of NYC got a huge number of missing child warnings as a result of the "Bloody Wolves" clandestinely contacting Burmese terrorist organizations for the illicit trafficking of children.From Randolph's gang territory, numerous missing children in NYC have been found." Sam was the top man of the operation, leading the team that rescued the hostages and wiped out the rest of Randolph's gang.He waited in the operating room outside the hospital while watching the news of his interview with the media on TV.He was a little late this time.Randolph had been so resourceful as to set up a trap around Brent's villa.His team of police officers fought
Hermosa could never have imagined that she and Brent's mother, Simona, would meet again on such an occasion.She knew how much she cared for Brent, and it was true that Brent was now much more cheerful, but because of this new accident could only lie pale in his hospital bed, with his legs heavily bandaged.God knows how much Hermosa wanted to touch his cheek, but couldn't.All of Brent's family were at his bedside, watching him so worriedly.Even if Hermosa's heart ached, it was not her turn to do anything here.All Hermosa could do was stand there, remembering what she had said to Sam just before she came out of the ward.Sam had said that Randolph was dead.He also told Hermosa that Randolph wasn't going to give Elisa back to her at all at that time.His ticket to Burma was found by the police.The police followed the trail to the child trafficking underground he was working with in Burma.By that time he had already assigned Elisa a number, and if Hermosa helped her get everything