My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Why would I be afraid when I already took the risk to come?" Jordan smiled faintly. He was known for his indifferent attitude towards life. Hendrix also arrived and embraced me in his arms, fearing that I would be snatched away.

At this moment, a Jeep suddenly rushed out from the left intersection and rammed against the police car, halting behind Jordan.

Those in the car all wore bulletproof vests. They continuously opened fire at the police, using this tactic to force the authorities to capitulate.

In the rain of bullets, Stanley suddenly appeared from the back seat as the back door of the Jeep flung open.

Holding the front seat with one hand, he stretched his neck out from the Jeep and shouted to Jordan, "Do you believe it now? That woman wants you to die. Quickly get into the car! Don't hurt your other comrades!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bullet pierced through the top of his head.

The snipers had been lying in ambush upstairs for a long time and had been waiting for this moment.

His people panicked when Stanley collapsed. They yelled as they tried to escape, "Be careful! Get into the car, or else we will leave you behind..."

Before they could even finish speaking, almost everyone was wiped out.

blink of an eye,

a faint smile on his face, he slowly uncovered the wooden gun that was concealed in

what he

bang, bang! Soon after, the thud of his body falling onto the ground could be

hand from my sight, Jordan had

forward, kicked away his wooden gun, checked his

to handle the aftermath of the

want me to witness such a bloody scene. As I walked into the hospital building, I

vaguely thought that it was that person,

have done that knowing that he would die. He was not

family would

Two months later.

The wedding ceremony.

like a child. "I, Cyril Zimmer, wish to make

Freya was fond