The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
LOVE ME OR KILLME Part 46. Another Back Up
“Hide behind this tall closet. Point your gun at the door okay. If I come in I'll knock on this door with four taps okay.As long as you don't hear any knock directly shoot in.” And finding where I'm taking shelter, at least it's a vault. Howard came in and took ammunition supplies, it turned out that there was ammunition in the closet.
“Iya.” I nodded obediently. At least I wasn't told to shoot people out there.
He took security measures, the spy agency was hit behind him with the handle of a gun and passed out. Now he can't give any sign if his friend gets here.
“You can. Breathe, calm yourself, open your eyes and ears.” Don't be ordered I'll do it.
Nathan quickly came out, I waited while aiming at the door tensely trying to catch any sound that sounded in my ear, it felt endless tension, but this was a muffled room I guess, I guess, no sound could come in or out, maybe a little if there was a loud noise or the sound of the door opening but I pointed the muzzle of the gun vigilantly waiting for anyone who dared to open the door.
In a moment of inaudibility, I began to ask if they had solved everything, or if the enemy had managed to take over the situation. There was no sound, suddenly there was a smooth gunshot, I could hear a little, it seemed that they had made it through the front room.
My heart's getting worse. Another shot was heard shortly afterwards, and then it was silent. Who is losing! My heart is getting worse, please knock on that door. End this horror. Silent minutes passed like endless torment. Unobtrusive sounds could be heard, sometimes there was a thud on the wall, while my hands trembled pointing the weapon at the door that was still closed.
The sound of knocking on the door four times made me sigh in relief. But looking at the incoming one then my heart skipped a beat again...
“Gosh! Nathan?!” He and John went inside. Her white T-shirt was covered in blood, which flowed down her arms, while she seemed to be trying to suppress it. I'm staggered, ... ”You got shot?!”
“Not this is just a bullet.” I breathed a sigh of relief the umpteenth time I heard he was just hit by a bullet.
“Please off your shirt Boss.” John came up with a P3K box, and began to suppress the bleeding with a clean gauze. “You need morphine?” John joked of course offered morphine. They have a morphine injection in P3K, plus a nerve gas neutralizer kit? Their equipment was just like the level of military warriors on the battlefield!
“Do not joke.” Nathan can still smile.
“Just stuck...” I repeated his words, He took off his t-shirt, a picture of perfect muscles in front of my eyes. But besides that his arm was injured. True it seemed to be stuck, but deep enough, he did not complain when John cleaned his wound, rubbing a bandage to stop the bleeding.
“ETA 30 minutes Boss.”
“Am I going with you?” I asked Nathan whose arm was still wrapped by John.”
“Iya. It's still too dangerous here. While we disappear first.”
“Then what about the people chasing us, did they die?”
“Yes, later there will be people who will clean them.” Someone will clean up. It's like they're a bunch of crooks who already have a structured operating system so it seems like cleaning up this kind of mess is common. What I got involved with. I just fell silent, now my life seems pretty fucked up. “You are fine, ..”
“I? I don't know. I think my life is pretty fucked up.” She smiled a little.
“You will get used to it later.”
“I'll get used to?” Why does that sound like a relief, but on the other hand it's like irony. John finished bandaging his wound, now his arm was wrapped perfectly.
“You have a hoodie here?” He asked John. Maybe his guards often made this house a place to live.
“I'll get you a minute.” I sat down to look at her perfect body. He turned to look at me, and I was caught watching him, as soon as I shifted my gaze. Why is my target this perfect, can he be the old boss of the gembrot so that I can more easily get him out of my mind. This is a real gain or loss.
“Boss, we will prepare.” John throws a black hoodie at him and disappears from the room.
“Nat, can you help me, I can't lift my arm now.” I came to her, helped put on that body-fitting t-shirt. She grimaced in pain as she tried to put on her sleeve with the injured hand. The rest of the perfume was smelled, by me. I'll get used to this perfume a week later.
“Sick? You don't have any painkillers here?”
“Should have. I'll ask them first.”