Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1761

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Chapter 1761: Ten year mission

The sound of the rotor filled the air as Mark grunted in pain. He clutched his side, eyes locked on the chopper flying away from his vantage point.

Behind him, the sound of yells and shouts erupted. Within seconds, armed men poured through the entrance, one after another—but all they found was Mark... and the helicopter disappearing into the sky.

"Damn it!" one of the men shouted in frustration.

Another man raised his rifle and aimed at the chopper, only for the guy beside him to place a hand on the weapon.

"It’s no use," the man said. "You’ll just hit someone else."

"Captain!" One of them rushed to Mark’s side, squatting near him. He reached out to grab Mark’s shoulder, but Mark winced.

"Ugh—"

The bodyguard immediately let go. As he did, he noticed the blood on his palm.

"You’re shot?"

"Grazed," Mark muttered, clutching his shoulder as he sat up, eyes still on the chopper.

The man beside him also looked up at the sky. "We missed them—shit!"

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"Report back to HQ," someone ordered, eyes still locked on the vanishing aircraft. "They got away... with her."

"Yes, sir."

"Boss," another one said as he approached, panting hard like the others who’d rushed in without a moment’s pause. "What are we going to tell Sir Wild? They got away—and we have no idea where they’re headed."

The man Wild had assigned to lead the team looked around at the rest of the rescue group—Wild’s team, Zoren’s, the police, even Homeland Security.

"Don’t worry," said one man from Homeland Security. "We’ll track them down soon."

"You don’t have to," Mark said, reaching out.

The man beside him helped him to his feet.

Everyone turned to him, and for some reason, the area fell silent.

Mark exhaled sharply, eyes still on the empty sky.

"I planted a tracker on the chopper," he said. "We’ll know exactly where they’re headed."

His eyes sharpened, not even the wound on his shoulder could extinguish the fire blazing in his eyes. His grip on his bleeding shoulder tightened, his jaw clenching.

"Let’s prepare," he said, facing the guy next to him. "It’s time to make the smiles (The Phantom Circle) involved."

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Meanwhile...

"Ugh..." Brad grunted, tying off his wounded leg, grinding his teeth. "I’m going back in there and I’ll slit that motherfucker’s throat."

He hissed, furious at the thought of Shawn letting the guy get away. Shawn was one of their best shooters. He could’ve taken Mark out without blinking. And yet, like always... he hesitated. Instead of ending Mark, he just let it be.

The only good thing about it was that Mark "slid off" from the chopper.

Brad glared at him and spat to the side.

Shawn glanced back briefly but said nothing. He turned his focus to Penny instead, adjusting the cloth he’d laid down before gently moving her onto it.