"Why would I be afraid when I already took the risk to come?" Jordan smiled faintly. He was known for his indifferent attitude towards life.
Hendrix also arrived and embraced me in his arms, fearing that I would be snatched away.
At this moment, a Jeep suddenly rushed out from the left intersection and rammed against the police car, halting behind Jordan.
Those in the car all wore bulletproof vests. They continuously opened fire at the police, using this tactic to force the authorities to capitulate.
In the rain of bullets, Stanley suddenly appeared from the back seat as the back door of the Jeep flung open.
Holding the front seat with one hand, he stretched his neck out from the Jeep and shouted to Jordan, "Do you believe it now? That woman wants you to die. Quickly get into the car! Don't hurt your other comrades!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a bullet pierced through the top of his head.
The snipers had been lying in ambush upstairs for a long time and had been waiting for this moment.
His people panicked when Stanley collapsed. They yelled as they tried to escape, "Be careful! Get into the car, or else we will leave you behind..."
Before they could even finish speaking, almost everyone was wiped out.
In the blink of an eye, Jordan was the only one left.
He seemed to have expected this. With a faint smile on his face, he slowly uncovered the wooden gun that was concealed in his hand.
Before I could see clearly what he was mouthing, Hendrix's hand blocked my sight.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Soon after, the thud of his body falling onto the ground could be heard.
When Hendrix removed his hand from my sight, Jordan had already fallen to the ground and was unmoving.
One of the police officers stepped forward, kicked away his wooden gun, checked his pulse, and announced, "He's dead!"
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