Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 486

It seems that with me as a bargaining chip, Bob lightened up quite a bit and looked at Dennis with a sneer, "Dennis, your people wouldn't all be here, would they? The old base don't want?"

Dennis face darkened, voice low, "Let go of her."

As he spoke, he had taken out the weapon at his waist and pointed it at us.

I looked at him, at this point could not help but sigh with relief, this matter from beginning to end I know nothing.

But look at the scene today, naturally know some, think Bob previously inquired about my identity, so will deliberately bring me.

He held me, has been about to push the door, see Toby forehead sweat tsk, is obviously anxious.

So, today this bureau is Dennis deliberately set up for Bob, just did not expect me to appear.

Suddenly, Bob suddenly force, choking my neck, his headphones came from the voice.

It was Danny's voice, "Mr. Kun, the explosives have been planted, waiting for the pickup."

Bob didn't say anything, just yanked me backwards, looking at Dennis' cold face full of irony, "Dennis, you will lose to me again."

After saying that, I was violently yanked out the door, and I shouted violently, "Dennis, they're going to blow up the place, leave me alone."

The man had already been thrown into the car by Bob, followed by a barrage of gunfire so overwhelming I could barely tell what was going on.

"Bump!" Before the car could even start, it was hit by two cars in the front and back and stuck in place.

What followed was the sound of gunfire, and the echoing sound of Bob tugging me to death and pushing me in front.

Because of me, the man with the weapon became hesitant.

"Huh!" A cold laugh came to my ears, Bob's disdainful voice, "Looks like you're worth more than you think!"

My entire brain was already buzzing with the sound of gunfire, and I broke down somewhat and shouted, "You're overthinking it!"

I was forced to drag myself out of the car, and he shouted at Dennis, who came out after me, "Stop if you don't want her to die!"

Then I was in pain, my arm was pierced by a huge steel pipe, and I screamed out in pain, "Ah!!!"

Dennis' heartbreaking voice came out, "Stop!"

For a time, the originally noisy environment became extraordinarily quiet.

"Ta-da!" Blood dripped down, half of my hand had gone numb, and I only felt the pain consume me.

Cold sweat broke out, and when I looked down, I found that my arm had been dyed red.

This feeling of facing death was fearful and torturous.

I raised my eyes to look at Dennis, his handsome eyebrows had been tinged with frost, looking at me with a heartache and fear that I could not describe.

I seemed to know for the first time that his vulnerability turned out to be like this.

"Dennis, let me go or I'll drag her with me!" Bob pointed the cold, snatching head at me, his voice grim and terrible.

Dennis narrowed his already frost-stained gaze, his voice low and cold, "Let her go, and I can keep you alive!"

"Oh!" Bob sneered, "You think I'll believe you?"

Dennis seemed to be holding back his anger, at this point if he could kill Bob, he would hate to tear him apart.

But he restrained, silent for a moment, Dennis spoke, "Let him go, I'll be your hostage."

"No!" I spoke, my voice a little hoarse.

This is obviously said to me, after all, the blood on my hand is still dripping.

Blood loss, I am a little dizzy, the whole person leaning in the car completely without strength, the brain is in a state of oxygen deprivation.

Dan turned around a few times, looked back at me and couldn't help but frown, "Sir, I'm afraid she'll die like this!"

Bob, who had his eyes closed, opened his eyes, skimmed me, and said indifferently, "The tail behind you continues to follow?"

Dan looked over and shook his head slightly, "It doesn't seem to be following!"

"Humph!" Bob sneered, "No fun, go find the locusts!"

Dan switched routes and did not return to the villa, but went to another very secret house.

I passed out in the car.

When I woke up again, I was surrounded by a white blanket and a completely unfamiliar environment.

The pain in my arm seemed to be spreading and I tried to move it, but I couldn't get the strength to do so.

After a few tries and a cold sweat of pain, I gave up.

My throat was a little dry, seemingly because I hadn't had any water for a long time.

After glancing at the glass of water on the table, I moved to get it, but to no avail.

A long, bony hand suddenly took hold of the cup, I froze and subconsciously looked over

I met the cold face, I froze, a time to speak, "Edward!" voice hoarse, two words spit out, throat some pain.