Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1766

Chapter 1766: improvisation was now the new strategy

"It’s... torture time!"

The moment those words left Penny’s mouth, she got to work fast. Shawn stood nearby, watching as she tended to Brad’s wounds with the speed of a medical-grade hurricane.

Despite how it sounded, "torture time" wasn’t a joke.

She was treating Brad, but she wasn’t using any anesthesia or pain relievers. If anything, she’d occasionally jab at his wounds and giggle just enough to make him groan and slip in and out of consciousness.

"Don’t kill them."

Penny suddenly stopped and looked back at Shawn, wiggling her brows meaningfully.

"Just knock them out," she added. "I don’t want to crash. We might need their expertise."

"Uh..." Shawn cleared his throat and nodded. "I’ll be back."

"Mhm."

With that, Penny resumed her rather unorthodox treatment of Brad. Shawn, meanwhile, stood there for a moment, staring at her back. He exhaled, turned around, and slapped himself hard.

’That’s right,’ he told himself. ’We have to do this. We have to make it happen — I can’t fail her this time.’

Because if they didn’t, there might not be a next time.

With that steeling thought, Shawn marched toward the cockpit to confront the pilots. There were two inside, but that shouldn’t be a problem.

He picked up Brad’s rifle on the way and approached the cockpit.

The pilots still had their headsets on, muttering into their mics. Shawn waited until he was sure they were no longer on a live call. Then, he tapped one of them on the shoulder.

The pilot turned, only to be punched square in the nose. He reeled back, hands flying to his bleeding face.

"Ugh—!"

The second pilot turned, startled, only to freeze as the barrel of the rifle pressed to his temple.

"This chopper’s mine now," Shawn growled. "Get out."

The pilot stared at him through his visor, then glanced at his injured co-pilot. In the next second, he reached for a nearby button to raise an emergency alarm to alert the people who need to know the current problem in this vehicle.

But alas —

BANG!

"Ack—!" he cried out as a bullet tore through his arm. Before he could scream, Shawn slammed the butt of the rifle into his jaw, then shot him in the leg to incapacitate him fully.

As the pilot slumped over, Shawn shoved the hot barrel of the rifle in the other pilot’s face.

"Out. Don’t make me repeat myself." He panted, his eyes burning. "This is not worth your life."

The co-pilot, nose bleeding freely, raised both hands. He didn’t even try to resist. Shawn reached for the release latch and unstrapped the man freely.

"Get. Out. Now!" Shawn barked.

The pilot scrambled out of his seat, bleeding on the floor as he went.

"Now drag him out," Shawn ordered, motioning to the downed pilot.

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