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Nothing could go wrong—or so he thought. He walked past the living room, seeing Mara arranging flowers and some guards walking silently in the hallways. Everything looked perfect. Quiet. Safe. Normal. --- Meanwhile, Black Bullet had started moving. He drove quietly through the city streets in a black SUV. His face was hidden under a hood, his eyes scanning everything around him. He approached the neighborhood carefully, making sure no one noticed him. He parked a few blocks away from the mansion. From there, he could watch the security cameras, the guards’ movements, and the mansion itself. Everything was calm, exactly how he liked it.

His finger pulls the trigger, his shot aimed with the precision of rage and survival combined. The bullet pierces Black’s forehead. Time stops. Black’s body jerks backward, a spray of crimson tracing his fall. He hits the ground with a sickening finality, eyes still wide, as though in disbelief that his loyalty to Wade has ended in silence and blood. The smoke thickens. The building groans as flames claw higher, devouring walls, chewing through beams. Bianca’s scream slices the air. “Lance!”

"YOU BASTARDS!" The roar shattered the air, instantaneous and violent. Sienna jolted, frantically grabbing her dress from the floor to cover herself. Standing in the threshold was Dominic Blackwood. His face was no longer human; his eyes were bloodshot, the veins in his neck bulging with a lethal rage. In his hand, he gripped a black handgun, aimed squarely at Killian’s head. Dominic hadn't left the city. He had circled back. He had set a trap.

Wu Jiu was shocked and couldn't help saying. "Mr. Jiu, he's digging up bullets." A member of the team also said to Wu Jiu in surprise. Wu Jiu gritted his teeth. It seemed that this man in black was very fierce. He actually wanted to dig out the bullet in his hand. "That's too exaggerated. He dug the bullet with an unstained knife. Is he out of his mind?" However, it turned out that the man in black was indeed different from ordinary people. He stabbed the wound with a sharp knife and began to dig.

He couldn't tolerate such cheap words for Elaina. “Who do you think you are?” Aaron roared. Ishan laughed and walked to Aaron. He barked back, “No weapon. Family is under a death threat. Still, this much arrogance? Poor Mafia capo.” “Either you slap her, beat her, or let me start with your favourite,” Ishan pulled the trigger and fired toward Balckie. But Shyla and Blackie were prepared. Blackie is a well-trained animal. He slid and saved himself from the bullet. The living hall was filled with the sound of gunshots. Ishan got angry as he missed the target.

Three black SUVs pulled up at the clearing, their engines rumbling in the quiet forest. I'd been expecting them, of course – Bullet and his team of rogues were nothing if not punctual whenever it came to doing the dirty work for me in order to get paid handsomely. They loved money the most and had no morality. The lead vehicle came to a stop just a few feet from where Riley and I stood, and Bullet himself came out from the driver's seat as he slammed the door shut looking around nodding his head absentmindedly. He was exactly what one would expect from a rogue leader. He was tall, scarred with a lot of marks, tattoos all over his body and he had that predatory smile that made normal people c

Watching. Then— BLACK. Damian stared at the screen. Then at the gun on his desk. They were already inside. And they were watching

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

The cold, metallic scent of the bullet seemed to suck all the air from the room. My knees buckled, and I caught myself on the edge of the kitchen table, my gaze locked on the obscene bouquet. Black roses. A bullet. It was a message from a movie, a cliché, but here, in my sunlit kitchen, it was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen. Walk away. Whitlock’s voice echoed in my head. It is the only way to protect him.

"One!" As the same time the counting finished, the old woman hits Rhea's face with her elbow again. Instead of touching her face, Rhea moves and grabs the old woman's hair. PO2 Lopez shoots Rhea at her arm, but because Rhea moves to grab the old woman, the bullet that is supposed to hit her arm hits her chest. It only take one hit to make Rhea fell to the ground. The old woman was comforted by the female police while the others call for the ambulance.