My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 231

The three other gangsters rushed toward Bella while swinging the iron baseball bat toward her. Their eyes looked scary and savage. It was as if they wanted to kill Bella in revenge for their bloody Boss.

"Bella, watch out, behind—" Leo shouted as he stood up and rushed towards Bella to help her.

However, Leo stopped his steps when he saw Bella had disappeared from where she was, avoiding the gangsters’ attack.

Pop!

Pop!

Two small sounds of gunshots were heard when Bella shot two of the gangsters who attacked her. They both fell to the ground, crying in pain when hot bullets hit their knee.

Bella’s movements were so fast that no one could predict her move. In a blink, she was standing behind the last gangster while pressing the silencer edge toward his head.

"One single move and your brain will shatter!" She said in a cold tone that seemed to lower the temperature around her.

Instantly, the last gangster froze.

"Be-Beauty? Pretty Lady... please give me a chance. Don’t shoot me in the head... please..." His voice was cracking as he was almost crying in fear.

Bella’s mouth twitched. She couldn’t believe it when she heard the man’s voice shaking, crying for mercy.

How funny!

Earlier, they were mocking Leo when he begged them for their lives, but now, this man was begging for his life, too.

"I’m a good woman. I never use violence unnecessarily," Bella said softly, but the man was still scared; he didn’t dare move. "I will let you live. But that depends on your answer."

The last gangster nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, pretty Lady, please ask me. I promise you, I will answer..." he said hastily, afraid that this beauty would shoot him in the head.

"Who sent you?"

The gangster froze after hearing her question. His hanging hand holding the baseball bat tightened. ’Should I hit this woman?’ he thought. ’Yeah, I have to hit her now. She definitely wouldn’t think I would hit her, right?’

But before the gangster could swing his baseball bat back, there was a "Pop" sound. Instantly, the bat slipped from his hand, and a groan of pain came out of his mouth as the hot bullet pierced one of his fingers and shattered it into unrecognizable pieces.

Unable to endure the pain he felt, his knees gave out, and his colossal body fell heavily onto the stone path.

Thud!

Bella smiled faintly, looking at the man before her, now kneeling on the ground with his back facing her.

With a swift movement, her gun was now aimed at the gangster’s head again; she pressed on the edge of the silencer, causing the man to bend slightly, looking at the ground.

"My next bullet will hit your head if you try to make any other useless move!"

"I... I...Didn’t know his full name, but..." the gangster’s voice trembled as he endured the pain in his hand. "I only heard them say his first name."

"Who?" Bella asked coldly.

"If I’m not mistaken, I hear they call him Ja-Jacob..." The gangster didn’t dare to lie to this beauty. He better spill the name; then he dies in her hand.

Sam instantly stopped his colleague when he saw how fast, precise, and practical Bella’s movements were.

When he saw Bella start to kick them with graceful and powerful kicks, Sam couldn’t help but mumble under his breath, "Since when did she learn Krav Maga martial arts?"

This martial art was developed for defense. It is derived from a combination of aikido, judo, karate, boxing, and wrestling techniques. It is known for its focus on real-world situations — close combat fights.

Sam never thought that the woman he had been protecting in the last few months had abilities that most women rarely possess. As far as he knows, only elites in special forces have this ability.

’Tsk! Boss Bella... you have to tell me...’ Sam couldn’t help but chuckle, remembering how panicked he was when he found out Bella didn’t want him to guard her anymore.

Now Sam felt confused. Is it necessary to call Natasha, one of the valuable assets of the Sentinel Network operating in Russia, to look after Bella?

"Sam, is that our boss?" One of the men beside Sam asked.

"Hmm, yes, she’s our boss."

"Damn it! She’s really skillful. I think her strength and agility are similar to mine..." The man said. He was amazed.

"Yes, I think so. It was similar to your strength when you were active in special force," Sam casually said.

"Fuck you, Sam!" The man laughed with amusement when he heard Sam’s words right on target.

Sam ignored his colleague. He immediately took out his cell phone and sent a message to Tristan.