Elliot removed his suit before he ripped off the shirt sleeve to expertly bandage the bodyguard‘s wound. “Please bear with it for a while. We‘ll take you to the hospital as soon as we get back to the city.”
Even though the bodyguard grimaced in pain, he was moved. The reason why they were protective of Elliot was because he was a kind–hearted boss.
Elliot was unlike any other businessman who didn‘t care about the lives of his subordinates. Instead, he always treated his bodyguards like brothers.
Elliot‘s personality made his subordinates want to serve him, even if it meant risking their lives.
At this fraction of moment, the outlaws discovered Elliot‘s hiding spot and immediately approached him.
Elliot had to get up and leave to keep his subordinates safe, leading the group of outlaws in a different direction to distract them.
A few bullets flew by his side and he deftly avoided them all. He ran to a high vantage point and aimed his shot at the four outlaws with no misses. They were shot dead before they could even call for help.
Elliot returned to the injured bodyguard‘s side just as the captain of the bodyguard joined him. “President Presgrave, could you please take Mark and depart in this direction? You can hail a cab along the way to get to the hospital. We‘ll go in the opposite direction to distract the outlaws,” the captain said.
“I‘ll go with you!” Elliot suggested.
The stunned captain refused. “No, your identity is too important for us to risk. We must–”
“Stop talking nonsense. Let‘s go.” Elliot stood up, ran 100 meters in a favorable direction, and fired two shots into the sky.
The captain exhaled a sigh. He had to admit that the entire bodyguard team was less brave and capable than Elliot at times.
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