Chapter 113 A Brush With Death


    Despite ire''s quick reaction, she couldn''t outpace the rocket''s speed.


    The rocket struck from behind Frederick, flipping their entire vehicle.


    Fortunately, the military-grade armored car was built to withstand heavy impacts. Even afternding upside down, it remained mostly intact, though some of the windows shattered. "Are you okay?"


    "Are you okay?"


    Frederick and ire spoke at almost the exact same time as they regained their senses and turned to check on each other.


    "I''m fine."


    "I''m fine."


    They answered in unison again, their voices steady but urgent


    ""Adjutant Parker!"


    ire suddenly remembered Richard.


    "Richard!" Frederick echoed, his tone sharp with concern.


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    "I''m fine, General Hawthorne. Don''t worry about me," Richard called out, raising a hand to show he was unhurt.


    "General Hawthorne, we need to get out of this car now."


    Richard scanned their surroundings, his expression grim.


    The deafening gunfire that had surrounded them moments ago had gone silent, a quiet so sudden it felt ominous.


    ""Let''s move."


    Frederick frowned, sensing the same danger. He grabbed ire''s hand and helped her climb out of the overturned vehicle.


    The moment they emerged, a bullet whizzed past with a sharp hiss.


    They narrowly avoided it, their quick reflexes saving them both from being hit.


    "General Hawthorne, you need to go now!"


    Richard rushed toward them, cing himself between the enemy fire and Frederick and ire. His voice was firm as he urged them to escape. ire didn''t hesitate. She pulled Frederick along, weaving through the chaos of the gunfire.


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    Soon, Richard was the only one left behind, holding the line alone.


    "Go ahead!"


    Once ire and Frederick had reached a safer spot, Frederick stopped suddenly.


    "What are you doing?" ire asked.


    At that moment, ire''s mind was solely focused on Frederick''s safety.


    "I can''t leave Richard behind," he said, pulling out his pistol, his expression resolute. "Frederick!"


    ire grabbed his arm. "Don''t you realize who their real target is? It''s not Richard! It''s you!"


    Her voice trembled with urgency. Despite everything that had happened between them, she couldn''t help but worry about his safety.


    "I know I''m their target," Frederick said, his tone calm but firm. "That''s exactly why I can''t abandon Richard. If I leave him to face this alone, how can I call myself his general?"


    His determination was unshakable. He pulled free of ire''s grip and moved toward the battle.


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    "Frederick! Watch out!"


    ire knew she couldn''t stop Frederick and was ready to go with him, but as soon as she took a step, she saw a person at seven o''clock aiming a gun at Frederick.


    Without thinking, she shouted and lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. In the same instant, a gunshot cracked through the air. The bullet missed Frederick by mere inches, brushing past ire''s hair and embedding itself into the wall behind them. Theyy there, frozen in ce. Frederick remained on his back while ire stayed sprawled across him, both too afraid to move for fear of drawing another shot.


    After what felt like an eternity, Frederick finally sensed that the immediate danger had passed. He gently pushed ire off and sat up.


    Scanning their surroundings, they saw no sign of the shooter. Whoever had fired the shot had vanished.


    Once they were certain it was safe, they prepared to make their way toward Richard.


    But just as they stepped out of the alley, another gunshot rang out, sharp and deadly. It was the sniper again.? N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    Frederick and ire had thought the sniper was taken care of. Their momentarypse in vignce nearly cost them.


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    The bullet sped toward Frederick with lethal precision. At thest second, ire threw herself forward, shoving, Frederick out of the line of fire.


    The next sound was sickening. It was a wet, muffled thud as the bullet found its target.


    "ire!" Frederick''s cry tore through the chaos,


    Blood bloomed across ire''s chest like a crimson flower. Her eyes fluttered shut as she copsed to the ground, unconscious.


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