Chapter 764 - Seven Hundred And Sixty-four: Neon, Son
The third point of view:
There was a maniacal look on Deborah's face as she traced the gun's muzzle against Isabella's face as she muttered into her ear, "Do you know how irritating it was to see your flawless face and skin every ti on television. The perfect genius daughter of Niklaus Spencer," her words dripped with venom.
But even at gunpoint, Isabella chuckled, "Quite hilarious, hearing you call soone as crazy as perfect. Why don't you un-duct and we can see how perfect I am?" even while her tone was playful, there was the evident threat in her voice.
"Sure, right after I ruin your pretty face and then I free you and let you pick the remains of your flesh together!" Deborah was just about to pull the trigger when she heard a shout and the next thing, one of the kids ca barreling into one of the n, knocking him into the ground.
Before the other n could bring him down, the four others had freed themselves and ran in diverse directions, taking away their attention from Allen who was fighting that man.
That distraction was all Isabella needed to kick Deborah in the place where she doesn't have a long thingy. Even without that, the impact hurt like hell causing Deborah to double over and Isabella headbutted into her with enough force that made her vision swim, replaced by a splitting headache.
Deborah was on the floor in no ti, moaning in pain. Her n upon seeing their mistress on the floor, two of them instantly focused their weapons on Isabella and Pedro, intending to take them out.
However, as if they shared a mutual understanding, Pedro and Isabella, because they were glued together simultaneously shifted their weight to one corner, causing the chair to tip to the side and they found themselves falling to the ground, the air kicked out of them just as rounds of bullets missed them by seconds.
Without wasting ti, Isabella reached out and grabbed the gun Deborah had dropped but she was too late. They would shoot her before she picks the gun so Isabella thought to protect Pedro by shifting her body to cover him more. But Pedro had the sa thought, or perhaps, even thought faster than her because he had already covered her with his.
But to their surprise another shot ca from their fellow teammate, taking out both n at once. Isabella, who already shut her eyes already, slowly opened them when she felt no pain nor sensed tension from Pedro's body only for her gaze to fall on the person who fired at his people.
No matter how smart she was, Isabella never saw this one coming and was stunned out of her mind when Jennifer took off the balaclava that secured her identity all this while.
Nobody, not even Deborah, knew that Jennifer had been tracking them all along and getting rid of one of her n, taking his place imdiately and bidding for her ti to strike.
The both of them just stared at each other and for a mont Isabella thought she was going to shoot them considering their beef and was already concocting a plan in her head when Jennifer simply reached out and shot at Deborah's n that had tried to aim at her son, Neon.
After that, Jennifer went about ducking and dodging other bullets from the surviving n and Isabella knew at that mont that they had called a truce. So she took the gun and shot another in the leg since she was still on the floor while Pedro worked on freeing them.
Allen wasn't so lucky, no, he had been overconfident of his abilities, so when that man he was wrestling with on the floor kicked him away and fired at him, he saw his life flash before his eyes. But he didn't die because another person took his place with lightning speed.
His mouth hung open and Allen couldn't say a word as he saw Ailee on the floor, gasping for breath and bleeding from her stomach. His only thought at that mont was that he didn't want his sister to die. No, if she survived this, he would be good to her forever.
On Neon's part, he saw red the mont that bullet hit Ailee and rage-filled him so much that he picked the nearest gun he could find and fired, killing both n instantaneously. Even with that, he still wasn't satisfied and wanted more blood to flow but there were no more enemies to kill.
His chest heaved and he dropped the gun imdiately, running over to Ailee who was on Allen's laps. But Neon pushed him away and rested her carefully in his arms.
"H-hey," His voice was shaking and he was panting hard.
"Hey," Ailee replied but it was obvious that she was in real pain and talking was real work for her.
Seeing her in that state irked Neon so much that he turned to Allen, yelling, "This is all your fault! She warned you how dangerous it was yet you still went ahead and this is what you caused. You are so selfish that what you bring to people around you is pain and misery!"
For the first ti ever, Allen didn't retort nor have a coback for Neon's words because it was all true. He should have listened to his sister and had a plan before making a move. But he was self-centered and only cared about the hero he would be when he rescues everyone. He was a selfish bastard.
"Hey, don't bla him, he didn't an for to hurt. I was the one who threw myself at him," Ailee said weakly.
"Because you were protecting him!" Neon didn't want to hear her excuses. She has defended her twin so much while he treated her like shit.
"I'm so sorry, Ailee," Allen could only say, tears glittering at his eyes as the shock finally wore off and the severity of the situation dawned on him.
"We need to get her to the hospital!" Neon was still saying when she heard a familiar voice from behind.
"Neon, son,"
He stiffened.
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