Lance X Walter Novels & Stories

“I didn’t know they’d kill him. I thought they’d scare him. I thought—I thought I could talk them out of it.” I gripped the edge of the chair to keep myself steady. “But you didn’t. And when he was lying on the floor bleeding, you didn’t call for help. You didn’t scream. You didn’t fight them.” “I froze,” Lance said, wiping his face with the back of his sleeve. “I watched the man who was like a brother to me take his last breath, and I didn’t move. I wanted to. God, Elizabeth, I wanted to. But I was a coward.”

Luke cried as Lance pulled out his left forearm. “There…I’ve gotten rid of that left arm that you said was hurting real bad. I- I I…” Lance fell to the ground. He tore his shirt and looked at his shirt then looked at Luke. Luke was lying unconscious or maybe dead. Lance realized that Luke’s finger had touched his chest when he carried him on his shoulder. Blood ran slowly down from Lance’s eye. Lance looked at Luke again. “Indeed, you’re a perfect soldier. I may talk trash to you but I never underestimated you in the least.”

The gene martial artists in the Kutcher’s main hall quickly turned to look at the main entrance after hearing his voice. A few seconds later, a man clad in a suit strode in with a majestic gait. When Lance saw Jackson, he cried out to him as if he were clutching at straws. "Sir Jackson, help me! Help me!" Jackson was startled. He knew who Lance Larson, Squad 1’s leader was. At this moment, Lance was seen sitting limply on the ground, obviously suffering from some sort of major shock. Meanwhile, the members of Squad 2 were all kneeling on the ground.

"Major George, I don't want to put you in a difficult situation, shoot me now, I don't mind." Walter witnessed his fearlessness, and his face grew uglier. He said with a wicked smile, "Wait, I've changed my mind, I don't want his life now. Break his arms and legs, and I'll spare the world. You have one minute to decide." "You envy him, don't you?" Liana suddenly spoke up, and upon hearing her, Walter Roberts' eyes turned cruel. He leaned slowly and looked at Liana as if he were a demon from hell. His tone was eerily monotone.

Besides, Darryl seemed to be just fine even after he took a shot from Brother Walter! "What up? Don’t tell me that you guys are afraid of a brat like him! Drive up the mountain. The mountain has a poor signal. Even if they call up the police, it will not be easy for them to locate us." The camouflaged man called Brother Walter wore a grim expression and rebuked in anger when he noticed that Darryl and Megan were indeed behind their van. Even though he sounded confident, there was anxiety and anger in his eyes. The camouflaged man was named Lance Walter. He was a desperado who had done almost all evil. He fled to Donghai City and was thinking of making a big fortune, but he was unlucky to hav

"Say something here!! You're the oldest Walter!! Talk to them for me!" Walter, who was sitting, eyes closed, head tilted back to the wall, and his long legs out before him chuckled mirthlessly. Clam, uninterested brown eyes, opened and looked at them all, as Walter lifted his head and shrugged. "I don't think you want me to weigh in here Lander." He said softly. "I would not in fact be your supporter. I believe that we do what we need to do, what we want to do....and deal with the consequences later. If death can be prevented it should."