Chapter 530 - Five Hundred And Thirty: Give Birth In Prison
The third point of view:
Erald was quick and accurate. None of the n stood a chance against him and Cecil finally saw the reason he was so cocky in the first place. He was a monster with guns. In just a matter of minutes, the scene was cleared.
The strong tallic scent of blood assaulted Cecil's nostril and she felt like throwing up even though nothing ca out. Her hands could not help but rub over her belly, hoping her child had not detected any of this. A child born in the throes of violence, she hoped he wouldn't turn out much worse than her father.
Wait a minute, what he? She was going to birth a lovely princess. Her baby girl was going to love dresses and pink barbie dolls, not guns and whatever else her father was hiding in this car. She would train her to be cute and well-mannered like her, not smutty, ill-tempered, and rugged like her father.
Erald was satisfied with his result, everyone was down except for one. He loved leaving one witness alive to send the ssage across to their benefactor. But then, he was in a foul mood today, they dared to fire at his wife, there would be no survival ratio today.
"No, please, spare ," The gunman pleaded, dragging himself backward. He was shot on the legs, "I was just following orders,"
"Well, sadly for you, I don't condone orders ant to harm my wife," He pulled the trigger.
The gunman squeezed his eyes waiting for his death. He had seen Erald's move, he was like a panther, quick and relentless. However, when nothing happened, he slowly opened his eyes,
"Huh?"
"Oh shit," Erald cursed, discovering he had run out of bullets. Nope, this was not good. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as the killer took advantage of that little opportunity and picked up an abandoned gun beside him.
The giant was just about to dodge when the man fired. Oh no, he was dead. But then, why does death seem painless?
Erald slowly popped open his eyes; he had closed them instinctively. At once he checked his body, he was unhard. But how? He had heard a gunshot….
His eyes flickered down to see the gunman who now had a bullet wedged in between his brows. He was dead on the spot. Then he turned to find Cecil outside the car with a gun in her grip - her shaking hands. Cecil was the one who fired and not the killer and she was a natural at it. Guess he doesn't have to teach her how to use one anymore.
Cecil didn't know what happened but all she knew was that when that killer beca a threat to her husband, she picked up one of the guns from the floor and fired. She simply envisioned and followed the way Erald handled his guns.
"Did I kill him?" She asked Erald even though the result was obvious. Her hands shook greatly, she hadn't ant to kill him. She just wanted to stop him from hurting Erald.
Erald simply took the gun from her grasp, flung it away, and hugged her tight, "It was self-defense. You just did what was right," He told her.
"Was that right?" She asked him, holding his gaze.
Erald didn't back down from the challenge, he answered while staring into her eyes, "It is in our nature to want to survive, or would you have given up without a fighting chance. Even the court of law has a provision for self-defense. Moreover, these people were sent to take your life, why feel pity for them? They wouldn't have shown rcy to you even if you pleaded, so don't go wasting your emotion on persons who don't deserve it, "
Cecil couldn't refute his statent, she knew he was right. They had fired at their car without a care, it was obvious they wanted them dead.
Fine, they got what they asked for. Cecil leaned into Erald's embrace until it hit her. When did she start to take all this violence relatively cool? She facepald ntally, Erald has corrupted her soul. Sigh.
"Who are you calling?" Cecil watched him pick his phone.
"The cleaning crew," Erald said, and it hit her imdiately.
"God, the caras!" She began to look around the highway. There was no car in sight because the gunshot had chased any that dared to approach. "I've beco a criminal! The police are going to storm in here any mont,"
Speaking about the police, Cecil still had the words in her mouth when the sounds of sirens rang out. She began to panic, she was going to prison? Didn't Erald say he got this under control?
Even if this was self-defense, it would take so ti to be processed. What were the chances that his gun was even licensed? Would she give birth under trial? Not only would it tarnish her reputation, but Pedro would be left alone. Oh no, this was not happening.
She turned to Erald with furious eyes, "You promised that you'd keep out of this?" she began to hit him on the chest.
"Easy, Cecil,?I think you're overreacting," He tried to calm her.
"Easy what?! We're about to be apprehended by the police and you still it's okay?!"
Still speaking, the police arrived and pulled over, Cecil ntally prepared herself for the legendary "drop your weapons and put your hands behind your head" speech.
However, none of it happened, instead, one of them walked over to them asking with concern, "What happened here, sir Erald? Are you hurt?"
"Huh?" That was not the speech she had anticipated.
Erald caught the shock on her face and winked at her, before facing the officer saying, "We were attacked but thankfully, my wife and I narrowly escaped the claws of death by God's grace," He spoke humbly.
Cecil's jaw almost dropped to the ground. Ten gunn who faced off against them were dead and the police were taking it mildly. What the hell was going on here? What charm had Erald used? More like what kind of power does the Sakuzi clan possess? It was terrifying.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, sir Erald. We'd take care of the scene," the officer bowed to him.
Erald smiled, "Then you wouldn't mind taking my wife and in one of your cars seeing ours is deford…" He gestured to their bullet-ridden car, "We have to go get our son from a friend's place,"
"Sure, get in, Sir," he respectfully led the shocked Cecil and Erald to one of the police vans.
Soone should slap her.
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