The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

A bullet came straight from the front, grazing Lindsey’s ear and missing the back of the chair.

“It’s a sniper rifle, looks like there’s an expert in that car in front of us.” Hector released his hand from Bruce’s back and quickly pulled his weapon pouch from under the seat, replacing it with a sniper rifle and aiming through the car window.

“It’s okay, just a couple of no-good killers.” Bruce gave Lindsey a reassuring pat and laughed softly, “You haven’t given me a baby yet, I’m not going to die so soon.”

Lindsey shrank back, feeling fear for the first time in her life.

The car continued to drive on, the carriage still swaying around, the piercing sound of gunfire, dense as rain, the smell of death pervading the air.

Lindsey gripped the gun in his hand and listened calmly to what was going on around him.

After about five minutes of gunfire, there was another loud “boom” ahead, followed by Hector’s relieved laughter. “I don’t believe I can’t kill you.”

“Speed up and drive through in case anyone misses.” Bruce answered, sitting exhausted in his chair and casually pulling Lindsey up into a death grip. “It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”

“Am I that weak.” Lindsey joked, gradually calming down and leaning reassuringly against his chest.

The car arrived at the command centre on the edge of the desert in time for the early hours of the morning, with no more killers in sight.

Bruce got out of the car to meet the commanding officer and led Lindsey and Hector to start setting up the tents.

“When do we leave?” Lindsey frowned at the slow yellow sand and couldn’t help but want to find Warren sooner.

“Let’s take a break for a few hours, the mission will be down soon.” Bruce smiled at her and casually helped her open her sleeping bag. “Get some rest, or you’ll be exhausted before the mission even starts.”

“Underestimate me?” Lindsey blushed as she brought the sleeping bag over and laid it out, shook the sand out of her shoes and climbed in expertly.

Satisfied with her obedience, Bruce’s thin lips curled in a pleasant curve as he looked down and opened his own sleeping bag as well.

After about three hours’ sleep, the squad, which had been ordered to leave, quickly returned to the group.

Lindsey, after all, had never been in a barracks before and was a little slow to get going.

“Are we leaving.” Lindsey lifted her rucksack from the ground and wondered, “I don’t know if I’ve brought enough water.”

“Bring as much as you can, you follow me.” Bruce said handing her a blackened phone. “It’s a satellite phone, once the team is spread out, it’ll all be used to communicate with command.”

“Hmm.” Lindsey carefully slipped it into her coat pocket, and when she saw that Hector was already carrying his backpack, she whirled and put her own on as well.

The tents were packed and the group, divided into six small teams, set off one by one.

Hector drove and Bruce switched at dawn. Lindsey stayed awake, studying the map with her torch.

As the sun rose, so did the temperature in the car, and Lindsey’s breath followed the fire as she exhaled in her heavy combat fatigues and bulletproof vest.

To save on drinking water, she didn’t dare to drink more than a sip at a time and then put the lid on her water bottle.

As we entered the desert hinterland, there was no signal from ordinary mobile phones, and the compass seemed to have failed.

Bruce stopped the car, looked at the surrounding terrain against the map and calmly said, “According to the clues Jack found, Warren went missing in this area, let’s go a little further and get out and do a carpet search.”

“Good.” Lindsey’s uneasy feeling hit her again as soon as she heard that she had reached the place.

After driving about a kilometre further according to the military navigation, the heat was sweating everyone out, and it was their bad luck that they had just stopped and encountered a group of terrorists.

The only good thing was that they had probably encountered other teams and their weapons were out of ammunition.

Looking at the number of men on the other side, the three men braced themselves and got out of the car to settle the fight as quickly as possible.

All of them were still useful, so Hector brought ropes from the trunk and tied the ten or so terrorists in a bunch, like grasshoppers.

Just as the men were pinned to the side of the car, there was a sudden pop in the air, the beep of a bullet hitting the car.

Bruce jolted with fright and was lying prone with Lindsey in his arms, rolling to the underside of a sand dune and squinting in the direction the bullets were fired.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“Did you bring a gun?” Lindsey’s chest was pounding and she looked around alertly. “The other guy doesn’t seem to be shooting very well.”

“Not inaccurate, but the other guy wasn’t planning to kill us with his gun.” Bruce returned the question breathlessly, noticing that there was no movement from Hector’s side, and continued to look in the direction of the bullet.

After a moment, he curled his thin lips slightly and made a tactical gesture towards Hector on the other side of the room, feeling his gun and aiming calmly.

It was the killer who had come, and the fact that he had not continued after firing one shot showed that the other party’s intention was to capture him alive.

Lindsey, naturally, did not move at this point, fearing to reveal the location of their hideout.

In the distance, Hector, dressed in desert combat gear, was silently moving towards a pile of raised sand dunes. In the next instant, he sprang up from the pile and lunged into the sand.

And Bruce pulled the trigger just then.

The bulging hills collapsed in a flash, revealing three heads with blonde hair and the desert combat uniforms they wore.

Hector had moved in with his opponent and Bruce continued to fire.

Lindsey thought for a moment and wordlessly wrapped around the other side.

Bruce spotted her movement and had to withdraw his gun and dash nimbly towards Hector.

“Looks like Mr. Grant knows what we’re up to.” The man who had appeared yesterday in W. City had an eerie voice. “Surrender honestly and save yourself a little skin.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow and swung an old fist directly at the other man’s face. “That seems like the right thing for me to say.”

“Not necessarily!” The other man was not a weak fighter and spoke H very smoothly. “It’s not clear who will win or lose.”

Bruce exchanged a few rounds with his opponent, gradually putting away his contempt and taking him seriously.

His caution clearly pleases his opponent, and the mocking words ring out again. “I only want the girl, and as for you, this desert is the best place to die.”

“Dream on!” Bruce exploded, his strokes abruptly all over again, becoming more and more severe.

Off to the side, Lindsey and Hector teamed up, fighting the other two killers as well. From the look on her face, she seemed to be having little difficulty in taking them down.

It was midday in the desert hinterland, and the surface temperature was like an oven, and everyone was tired after a while.

Lindsey was a girl and her battle suit was too heavy, so she was losing strength very quickly.

When she was about to be tackled, she suddenly pulled out a life-saving move and took her opponent down in a flash.

Hector followed suit and soon had another one down as well.

Bruce’s pressure multiplied and, with a loud scream, he grabbed the other man’s arm and ripped it off. “You guys are so ungrateful, at least help me.”

“We all believe in you, it’ll work.” Lindsey gasped, sand sticking to his head and face. “It’s only a small chief, wouldn’t it be a shame if you couldn’t handle it.”

“Looks like I’ll have to hurry up in order not to be embarrassed.” Bruce said, landing another old punch to his opponent’s stomach without hesitation. “Convincing or not?”

The man collapsed exhausted into the sand, his face a deathly pallor. “No!”

Bruce was about to scoff a couple of times when the other man suddenly fished out a small silenced pistol and sneered as he aimed it at Bruce’s heart. “You were the one who deserved to die.”

In the nick of time, a Western-style knife flew out of Lindsey’s hand and straight into the man’s wrist.

Bruce seized the opportunity and quickly grabbed the silenced pistol, aiming the gun at the other man’s temple. “You’re the one who deserves to die, I think.”

“My name is Eric, and I can give you my employer’s information if you let me go.” Eric was terrified, really dying in this desert, not even a ghost would know.

“Tie up first and go over to the car in the shade to cool off, it’s only killing someone, when is it not killing.” Hector said, dragging his own crippled killer, wearily, over to Bruce’s side. “Take a break.”

Bruce nodded, and before Eric knew it, he was knocked unconscious.

By this time Lindsey was also dragging another Slayer, laboriously coming over to gather. “It’s killing me, if I keep tossing and turning, I’ll get dried out if not killed.”

The words were followed by a sour and rising chest as she remembered Warren, who had been missing for a week.

“Warren’s going to be fine.” Bruce reached for her shoulders, his eyes glancing around warily. “These guys, they definitely didn’t come on foot, and their car should be nearby.”

“I’ll go find it.” Hector dragged the man to the car, fetched the rope and tied it up, unscrewed his canteen and took a sip of water, holding his gun alertly as he slowly looked around for the whereabouts of the car, centred on the area of the fight.

“Looks like there’s a detector in the pack.” Lindsey warned as her throat smouldered and she took a sip of water. “Could try.”

“I’ll tie up the men, you take the detector and look with Hector.” Bruce gave her an approving hug and crouched down next to the killer, taking out the rope and tying all three men together.

Lindsey took the detector and walked around, pointing to a large hill not far away and calling out in surprise, “Southwest, Hector, you go ten metres further.”

Hector gestured quickly and dashed deftly towards the dune.

When he reached it, he felt a sense of admiration for the killers, but also a sense of breathlessness.

The camouflage was not even recognisable to the naked eye, nor to the satellites overhead.

Pulling off the heat-insulating curtain covering the car, Hector looked at the car warily and dragged the curtain to the back.

The other man was driving a desert off-road, optimal performance and all, but still a little less than a desert military jeep.

“Quite a talent, no wonder we didn’t spot them at first.” Lindsey narrowed her eyes and looked away from the yellow buggy exposed to her gaze, mentally sweating for Warren once again.