Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 639

"Why aren't you running, sweetheart? Are you still processing what's going on?" Hector asked when he saw that I wasn't running.

I looked at him before turning to Quinton. "Are you planning to let us run around before killing us?" Quinton was cleaning his rifle while leaning against the car. He wasn't in a hurry to start killing as he saw himself as the hunter. This vast and barren desolated area was his hunting ground.

"We'll start shooting if you're not planning to run." Hector chuckled while loading his rifle.

"What's the point of killing us directly? She's injured. Give us some time for us to get away," I said nervously, trying to negotiate. I looked like I was afraid but was trying to keep my composure.

Quinton smiled as he looked at me, as if thinking that I was interesting. "Give them some time to get away.

I tore my dress and used the cloth to bandage the woman's leg wound. She lost her strength to cry or scream from pain, yet her survival instinct drove her to stand up. She hobbled along as I helped her to get

away.

"Thank you." She endured the pain to thank me. Perhaps her adrenaline was momentarily helping her not to feel the immense pain.

"There's a pit over there. Go hide there and don't come out no matter what you hear." I hid the injured woman in the large pit before running in the opposite direction on my own.

The women all fled in different directions out of fear. Behind them, the men drove around while laughing maniacally. They were pursuing the women while mocking them, yet they were not in a hurry to kill.

I was surrounded by their cars. They mocked me with their movements and the swirling dust, firing shots just to scare me. It was as if they were cats toying with a mouse, taking their time before killing us.

In the end, the seven of us were surrounded by their cars. We couldn't escape with eight of their cars moving so fast. The chase was over-the prey was now caught in their net.

"Where's that injured woman?" Once the cars stopped, several of them got out with their rifles.

The women all cried out in fear. The one who gave me an apple was trembling as she hid behind me. Perhaps she was so beautiful that I felt an instinctive urge to protect her.

I raised my hands and looked at the men. "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Let me set the game rules," Hector said while smiling. His rifle was pointed at me. "Tell me, who among the seven of you is the prettiest?"

I took a deep breath and remained silent.

"You'll all die if you refuse to answer," he said, intimidating the women beside him.

They screamed as they crouched down. Someone pointed at the woman behind me. "It's Maya! Maya is the prettiest!"

Maya, the woman who handed me an apple earlier, was forcibly dragged away by Hector. Her face paled as she screamed.

"Who else is the prettiest apart from her?" he asked again.

Fearing for their own lives, the women all pointed at me.

Maya and I were then pushed into the car while the men started their killing game on the remaining

women.

I pounded on the door with all my might, angrily glaring at the men outside.

Maya looked at me and asked while crying, "What should we do, Nella?"

I glanced at her before swiftly slipping into the driver's seat. "What should we do? Of course, we'll save ourselves—"

The fear on my face vanished. They were fools for leaving the car with us. Even the car keys were still inside.

I quickly started the engine and drove toward the men. I hit one of them, and the others started to disperse.

I looked at Quinton and smiled at him. The hunt had just begun.

Maya screamed in fear. She hid behind, not daring to look out.

Quinton fired angrily at us, shattering the car window quickly. I drove forward, crushing Hector's legs under the wheels.

I warned Maya not to get out of the car before jumping out swiftly. I kicked Hector unconscious and grabbed his hunting rifle.

There were only seven of them left now.

Quinton and the other men temporarily gave up on chasing their prey, turning to attack me instead.

I had to buy enough time for Steven and the others to come. Otherwise, the remaining women would end up dead.

The men were closing in on the car. I hunched over the car and hit one of them in the calf. He started screaming in pain.

They hurriedly spread out in search of cover.