The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2220

Justin clenched his teeth tightly and sprinted as fast as he could.

He was charging so quickly that the bramble of sharp branches sliced against his cheeks, but he could not be bothered about the minor cuts.

He kept running to the point where his legs had been conditioned to run ahead mechanically.

The only thing that kept him going forward was his conviction to rescue Bella.

Justin could not tell how long he had been running. By the time he arrived at the entrance of the villa, his legs were trembling underneath him. Even a gentle breeze was enough to make his tall and striking figure sway.

Anyone else would have completely expired by this point and lay crumpled on the ground without the strength to get up again.

There were no guards stationed outside the villa. It was eerily quiet.

Justin took a deep breath and clenched his gun tightly.

His leather boots tapped against the white stone floor as he began to advance toward the door.

With a grave look in his eyes, Justin vigilantly pushed the door open and stepped into the luxurious living room.

His heartbeat accelerated rapidly. He had never been in such an extreme state of focus and tension.

That was when he caught a distinct scent.

It was something primal that could only be explained as intuition.

Only the most elite soldiers who had honed their natural senses and were professionally trained could develop such an acute ability to gauge the level of threat surrounding them.

Suddenly, he caught a faint glimpse of light flashing across the room.

Bang!

Without waiting for the assassin lurking in the dark to make the first move, Justin initiated first.

He knew he had to conserve his bullets, so he only fired a single shot. It was a direct hit against the sniper’s forehead, whose lifeless body tipped over the railing on the second floor and fell down.

Bang! Bang!

Two more gunshots rang out. Justin dodged just in time for the bullets to hit the ground at his feet.

He pranced around in the living room, using the table, wall, cabinets, and whatever he could as cover from the lurking snipers.

In the blink of an eye, the living room had transformed into a “dance floor”.

Soon, more than a dozen bodies sprawled everywhere.

Justin was drenched in sweat. He clenched his jaw to sharpen his focus and swapped the magazine within two seconds.