Chapter 4 I want all of her

　　The criminal was startled by Stella's actions and stood still. He was stunned for a moment.

　　Stella put on a sarcastic smile with a desolate look in her eyes. "Come on, if I'm dead. You will all die with me."

　　She was obviously very indifferent to death. Her eyes were as cold as a wintry December.

　　Jasper's eyes deepened and stared straight at Stella.

　　"Boss, I want to kill her!" The yellow-haired criminal clenched his fists and said.

　　The older criminal stood up.

　　Stella also stood up and walked towards the yellow-haired man.

　　The atmosphere was extremely tense, like a thin string on the verge of breaking.

　　The older criminal was shocked by her courage and pointed his gun at her. "Don't come any closer."

　　Stella sneered. She caught a glimpse of Jasper outside the door from the corner of her eye and paused.

　　"May I use the bathroom?" Stella said cleverly.

　　"Just do it here," the older man said cautiously.

　　"The reality is, you can't run away. Dozens of sharpshooters are aimed at you outside the window." Stella pointed her chin at the window.

　　The older criminal was shocked. He immediately walked to the window, hid from a corner and looked out.

　　Stella seized the opportunity to run to the door.

　　The older criminal realized that he had been fooled. He raised his pistol and pointed it at her leg.

　　Jasper pulled her arm quickly and she crashed into his arms.

　　He quickly pushed Stella behind him.

　　When the criminals saw Jasper coming in again, they realized the danger and shot their guns at Jasper.

　　Jasper grabbed hold of Stella's head, protecting it, and fell to the ground.

　　His movements were very reckless.

　　But her head was in his hands, and she wasn't hurt at all.

　　Jasper pressed his legs on her side, and his warm breath fell on her face.

　　Stella looked into his eyes.

　　It was as vast as the universe.

　　Looking at him this way, it seemed that she could forget all her troubles and difficulties, and... the pain buried deep in her heart.

　　"Why are you here again?" Stella asked.

　　She instantly felt that she had asked a stupid question.

　　They were soldiers, and it was their duty to protect the hostages.

　　"Stay here, close to the sofa, don't move. I will do my best to ensure your safety." Jasper promised.

　　Stella looked at him, poised like a fighting cheetah, he rushed behind a pillar in an instant.

　　The criminals, sensing their lives were in danger, picked up their guns, and shot at them.

　　Stella only heard the sounds of gunshots ringing in her ears.

　　The pillars began to shatter and peel from the impact of the bullets.

　　Jasper had no chance to fight back.

　　The older criminal approached the pillar with a gun.

　　Stella glanced at him.

　　This went on, they would both die.

　　Stella took off her shoes and threw them out from behind the sofa.

　　The yellow-haired man quickly shot towards the sofa.

　　"Bang!" There was a crisp sound.

　　The yellow-haired man had gotten shot, he staggered and fell to the ground.

　　The older criminal grew wary and jumped towards the sofa.

　　Jasper took a risk and pulled Stella to the back of the TV cabinet.

　　They were squeezed together in the narrow space.

　　Jasper fired some shots to deter the criminal from approaching them.

　　Stella looked up at Jasper.

　　She did not expect that this stranger would protect her.

　　And the man who should be protecting her, her husband, was with another woman right this moment.

　　Jasper felt her gaze and looked down at her.

　　Suddenly, their lips touched, it was as if electricity surged through their veins.

　　Jasper tightened his back and turned his face to avoid her.

　　She moved to lean against the wall.

　　Federick had never been so close to her.

　　At the very least, before she dies, she had kissed a handsome chief. It was not all a loss.

　　The criminal's eyes turned red and he shot at the TV.

　　The TV exploded.

　　They were now exposed and in his full view.

　　Jasper did not hesitate. He twisted sideways and landing in front of Stella, putting her head on his chest, protecting her with his body, shielding her completely with his chest.

　　Dong-dong! Dong-dong! Dong-dong!

　　Stella heard the strong beating of Jasper's heart, sounding like a big drum.

　　His unique musk traveled to her nose. It was fragrant and warm.

　　Stella had not felt this kind of warmth and peace for as long as she could remember.

　　Deep in her memory, a strong pain pierced through her, intertwined with the grief of Federick's betrayal and deception.

　　If this was the end of her life, at least at this moment, she had found the feeling of warmth she had long since lost — it felt so good!

　　Stella closed her eyes, and tears seeped from the corners of her eyes. She hid in the arms of this stranger, crying quietly.

　　This was a crucial moment.

　　"Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots rang out in the air.

　　Under the guidance of Jasper, the hidden soldiers 008 and 101 successfully vanquished the enemy.

　　After rushing out to check, they returned to Jasper's side and saluted to him, "Chief, the criminals have all been terminated."

　　Jasper let go of Stella.

　　Stella opened her eyes and smiled. "I didn't expect to be alive."

　　Jasper did not understand her tone. It was odd as she sounded mildly disappointed.

　　He felt a cooling sensation on his chest. He looked down and saw that it was damp. He looked at Stella in surprise.

　　Stella got up and looked at him with a pair of beautiful big eyes. It was clear and peaceful, like a pool of water, cold and calm.

　　Jasper got up and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

　　Stella pulled up the corners of her mouth and said, "Sir, you've protected me well. I'm fine. The task has been completed. I'll leave now."

　　Stella turned around to leave.

　　"Leave us your name and contact number. I will report this and issue an award to you when I return to the base." Jasper said impassively as if it was a usual procedure.

　　However, the reality was that he need not deal with these administrative matters as a chief.

　　"No, that won't be necessary. It's our duty to cooperate with the army." Stella looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was way past two o'clock!

　　"I have to work tomorrow." Without waiting for Jasper's answer, Stella walked into the master bedroom and picked up her first aid box.

　　Jasper stood by the door, standing very straight. He looked solemn.

　　Stella walked past him but did not speak. Then she opened the door and left.

　　The room was very quiet as if she had never appeared.

　　Jasper once again looked down at the damp spot on his chest and a wave of emotion washed over him.

　　"008, 101. Follow her and ensure that she is safe before returning to the camp," Jasper ordered solemnly.

　　"Yes, sir!" 008 and 101 answered, and left quickly.

　　Lieutenant Johnson breathed a sigh of relief and walked in. He stood respectfully in front of Jasper.

　　"Chief, this mission is a success under your wise leadership. Twenty-eight members are on standby outside. Please give instructions!"

　　"Return to the camp," Jasper said simply and walked out of the door.

　　Downstairs, a military Land Rover was ready to go.

　　Jasper got onto the back seat.

　　The vehicle passed Stella walking on the street.

　　Jasper subconsciously looked out of the window.

　　She was carrying the first aid box, walking back to the hospital. She was thin and weak but filled with a heroic spirit.

　　"Lieutenant Johnson," Jasper shouted.

　　"Yes." Lieutenant Johnson immediately turned his head, waiting for Jasper's instructions.

　　"Go and find out everything about her. I want to know all of it." Jasper ordered with a cold face. His eyes were full of purpose.