Chapter 1739

Vicky's eyes were fixed on Tyler's tall, imposing figure. He stood amid the raging storm, unmoving.

On the ship, Lincoln watched as his subordinates fell around him. This did not faze him, and he even smiled slightly. "You know your way with guns, no doubt," he remarked, looking at the gun pointed at him. "But you're out of bullets now, aren't you?"

Tyler's gaze darkened, but he did not say a word.

"I kidnapped the woman you care about the most. Given your personality, you would've shot me the moment you saw me if you had any bullets left. You didn't," Lincoln continued.

Tyler had always been a decisive person who did not hesitate, so his failure to shoot Lincoln indicated he ran out of bullets.

Lincoln smugly waved the gun in his hand. "You're out of bullets, but I'm not." He released the safety and alternated the aim of the gun between Tyler and the speedboat. He chuckled softly and said, "Tell me: Should I kill you or Vicky Shaw?"

Without waiting for Tyler's answer, Lincoln co