Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1792

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Chapter 1792: Hurt later

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BANG!

Everyone in Zoren’s truck ducked as the first round of fire hit the side of their vehicle.

Hugo looked back, spotting a few vehicles in the distance. He clenched his teeth.

"Damn," he hissed, looking at the people in the front. His eyes immediately landed on Zoren and Atlas. Gulping, he exhaled. "Lower your head, and Mark, cover for me."

"Hugo—"

Hugo reached out to Atlas’s shoulder, moving his face closer. "I’ll follow!" he yelled in Atlas’s ear, squeezing his first brother’s shoulder before pulling back. He nodded at Atlas, patted his back, and shot Mark a look.

Mark was already climbing onto the back while Angel did his best to keep the truck’s speed steady. Despite Angel’s efforts, the road was rocky. Thanks to Mark’s experience, he managed to reach the back.

"Hold here, sir," Mark instructed, keeping Zoren and Atlas in the corner while he stood in the middle with Hugo. When he faced Hugo, they exchanged nods.

As they made their way to the back, another round of fire hit the rear headlights.

Without fear, Hugo turned to the cars on the left and right, signaling them with a finger. After their company honked in response, Hugo stood at the back of the truck, making himself a target.

The enemies opened fire, but with the combination of the rocky road and their speed, they kept missing him.

"Shoot the damn bastard!" someone from the truck following Zoren’s team shouted. "He’s not even moving!"

"Shoot him! Keep shooting!"

Yet, they kept missing. The man who had complained previously hissed and finally stood up from his seat.

"Let me fucking do it—"

PHEW!

Before the man could finish, a hole suddenly appeared between his brows. His body went limp and fell off their fast-moving vehicle. Everyone paused, watching their comrade fall, only to be run over by the truck behind them.

"Fuck!" they yelled, opening fire even more.

Zoren’s team—three trucks driving ahead—returned fire, taking down as many enemies as they could. But, like the others, they kept missing as well.

Meanwhile, Hugo looked up while Mark covered him, firing at the truck following them.

"I’ll follow you!" Hugo shouted, glancing back at his brother and brother-in-law. "Angel, keep driving!"

Angel, whose rearview mirror was already broken, nodded. Hugo didn’t see that, but the determination in his eyes shone brightly. Mark, on the other hand, seamlessly knelt near Hugo, his rifle pointed at the enemies.

Hugo refocused his attention on the truck behind them, trusting Mark to cover for him as he gazed up. Since they were taking the woods, there were countless trees and branches. Hugo pulled out a pistol, strapping it to a makeshift strap, and looked ahead.

In the next breath, he tossed the pistol tied with the strap. The pistol ended up wrapped around the branch. It quickly tugged on his hand, and Hugo gripped it before jumping off the truck.

"Hu—" Atlas paused, and Zoren’s mouth slightly parted, watching Hugo dangle as the pistol wrapped around a branch.

Hugo swung, his shoulder stretching uncomfortably, but that didn’t stop him. He raised his foot, preventing himself from hitting the tree. He bounced off once, taking advantage of the momentum, and hopped off again, rifle ready.