CHAPTER 467: CHAPTER 467: SERIOUSLY INJURED

"Don’t be afraid, I’m just trying my technique."

"I haven’t used a gun for a long time, the shot just now was a bit off," the man once again tapped the magazine, then pointed the gun at Elias Sinclair’s back.

"No, no, the person you want to kill is me," Quinn Lockwood tightly embraced Elias Sinclair, trying to use her strength to support his body.

She didn’t know where Elias Sinclair was hurt, the faintly spreading smell of blood in the air seemed to be getting stronger, she was so terrified.

Although Quinn Lockwood was said to be supporting Elias Sinclair, it would be better to say Elias Sinclair was encaging her.

Quinn Lockwood could only see the kidnapper holding a gun in front of her, while the rest of her body was concealed by Elias Sinclair.

She kept telling herself that Elias Sinclair wasn’t injured, the gunshot just now was simply a misfire.

Maybe it hit the forest behind them, or maybe it landed on a rock, but certainly, it didn’t hit Elias Sinclair.

But... but the sticky, wet warmth from her hand holding Elias Sinclair’s back, and the increasingly intense smell of blood at her nose, all were reminding Quinn Lockwood that Elias Sinclair had been shot.

"No rush, this time I’ll let both of you die together." The leader laughed triumphantly, then one of the henchmen handed him a box wrapped in black cloth.

Inside was a rifle.

Click.

As the sound of loading the magazine dropped, he aimed the gun at Elias Sinclair’s heart.

"Die!"

"No!" Quinn Lockwood’s eyes widened in horror, she had never been so afraid before.

The endless, bottomless feeling of fear instantly pulled her from head to toe into an abyss, she didn’t dare to imagine the consequences if that shot really came.

Elias Sinclair, she had to save him!

In a flash of lightning, Quinn Lockwood gathered all her strength to push Elias Sinclair away, but before she could exert force, she was suddenly pushed aside by him and rolled several times on the ground.

"Elias Sinclair!"

The forlorn and fearful shout pierced her eardrums, Quinn Lockwood felt the blood in her body rushing upwards ceaselessly, the man’s triumphant laughter on her ears intensified her fear.

"Boss, boss, there’s a red dot on your head!" Just as Quinn Lockwood felt all hope was lost, a henchman suddenly shouted in panic and fear.

"What?" The leader eased his grip on the trigger, turning his gaze to the face of the henchman beside him. But when he discovered that besides Elias Sinclair and Quinn Lockwood, everyone present had several laser-like red dots on their heads and bodies, he instantly showed a face of horror.

"Infra... infrared, what’s going on?"

"Who are you?" The leader quickly regained his composure, raised his gun to aim at Elias Sinclair’s head, evidently determined to perish together with him.

As if not hearing his question, Elias Sinclair slowly turned his body, gazing at the woods not far away.

The robbers followed his gaze, but the dark night revealed nothing beyond the tree shadows.

"Didn’t think this would be such a big mission, the aristocratic circle is indeed complex," the leader smirked coldly, then prepared to pull the trigger.

A bullet came faster than the speed just now, ’thud’ hitting the leader’s thigh so swiftly it was impossible to catch.

A brief spark flickering.

"Boss!"

Accompanied by the henchmen’s shouts, the leader’s painful groans, and the ping-pong of the sniper rifle dropping to the ground.

Thud, thud, thud! Three more bullets sounded, each striking different people’s thighs with precision, clearly keeping them alive.

"Take them all... back!" Elias Sinclair now couldn’t hold his body anymore, his voice hoarse to the point Quinn Lockwood felt she couldn’t quite grasp it.

With his words ending, more than ten fully armed professional soldiers quietly emerged from the shadows of the bushes, clad in green camouflage, each holding the latest sniper rifle.

The soldiers moved nimbly and quickly, capturing and restraining the four men fallen to the ground within minutes.

The sniper rifles aimed at the robbers’ temples, ensuring any sudden movement would definitely result in a direct shot through the brain.

"Sorry sir, we arrived late, willing to accept any punishment!" The man, seemingly a captain, holstered his gun and turned respectfully to Elias Sinclair, bowing.

Elias Sinclair was already swaying, his face frighteningly pale, with cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Mm."

"Take the madam..." As the man looked at the fallen Quinn Lockwood, before finishing his words, he slowly lowered his gaze and then fainted.

"Elias Sinclair, Elias Sinclair!" Quinn Lockwood, now ignoring the abrasions on her palms, hurriedly and clumsily scrambled up from the ground, shouting Elias Sinclair’s name madly.

As the man was about to fall to the ground, Quinn Lockwood embraced him.

Blood, Quinn Lockwood felt the warmth of blood.

"No, no." So much blood, soaking the back of the man’s clothes, the intense smell uncontrollable in her nose, making it easy to sense the dire situation the man was in.

"Elias, Elias don’t scare me, I beg you, please don’t... don’t let anything happen."

"I... I can’t... I’m sorry, it’s all because of me." Quinn Lockwood’s tears now flowed like a river that’s breached its embankment, she wanted desperately to hold the man before her, yet for fear of touching his wounds, she restrained.

"I’m fine, the wound’s... on the side, won’t... die."

"Don’t cry..." Elias Sinclair’s voice now ethereal like falling dust from a high sky, visible yet disappearing in an instant with the breeze.

He raised his hand wanting to wipe away Quinn Lockwood’s tears, exerting effort but only managing to keep his hand suspended in midair.

Quinn Lockwood felt her whole world collapse in an instant, fear and helplessness and the stolen sense of security like collapsing dust clouds, choking her, suffocating, without a direction to escape.

"Hurry, quickly come over." Quinn Lockwood shouted at the soldiers, then grabbed Elias Sinclair’s hand hovering midair, pressing it tightly against her face.

The man’s usually warm, smooth hand now chillingly cold, its temperature made Quinn Lockwood shiver.

"You must hold on, Elias, you can’t have anything happen, I can’t..."

"Can’t be without you..." Quinn Lockwood was almost crying uncontrollably, she tried to keep her emotions within a manageable range, trembling lips barely managed to finish the sentence.