Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1761: Ten year mission

The sound of the rotor filled the air as Mark grunted in pain. He clutched his side, eyes locked on the chopper flying away from his vantage point.

Behind him, the sound of yells and shouts erupted. Within seconds, armed men poured through the entrance, one after another—but all they found was Mark... and the helicopter disappearing into the sky.

"Damn it!" one of the men shouted in frustration.

Another man raised his rifle and aimed at the chopper, only for the guy beside him to place a hand on the weapon.

"It’s no use," the man said. "You’ll just hit someone else."

"Captain!" One of them rushed to Mark’s side, squatting near him. He reached out to grab Mark’s shoulder, but Mark winced.

"Ugh—"

The bodyguard immediately let go. As he did, he noticed the blood on his palm.

"You’re shot?"

"Grazed," Mark muttered, clutching his shoulder as he sat up, eyes still on the chopper.

The man beside him also looked up at the sky. "We missed them—shit!"

Forget saving Penny—Zoren was going to kill all of them. No... not Zoren. Renny.

"Report back to HQ," someone ordered, eyes still locked on the vanishing aircraft. "They got away... with her."

"Yes, sir."

"Boss," another one said as he approached, panting hard like the others who’d rushed in without a moment’s pause. "What are we going to tell Sir Wild? They got away—and we have no idea where they’re headed."

The man Wild had assigned to lead the team looked around at the rest of the rescue group—Wild’s team, Zoren’s, the police, even Homeland Security.

man from Homeland Security. "We’ll track

don’t have to," Mark said, reaching

helped him

and for some reason, the area fell

eyes still on the empty

on the chopper," he said.

extinguish the fire blazing in his eyes. His grip on his bleeding

facing the guy next to him. "It’s time to make

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Meanwhile...

tying off his wounded leg, grinding his teeth. "I’m going back in there and I’ll slit that

letting the guy get away. Shawn was one of their best shooters. He could’ve taken Mark out without blinking. And yet, like always... he hesitated. Instead of ending Mark, he

about it was that Mark "slid off" from

at him and spat to

glanced back briefly but said nothing. He turned his focus to Penny instead, adjusting the cloth he’d laid down before gently moving her onto

moment we don’t need her anymore. No point in making sure she’s comfy or bruise-free. Her end’s the same either

nothing, quietly tucking

"Shawn." Brad’s tone darkened.

Shawn sighed and slumped down beside Penny’s unconscious body. With his massive build, just bending his legs was enough to shield

grounded, almost defiant. "She looked after me when

with you?" Brad hissed, pointing his pistol at him. "Did you hear me? We’re

but stayed

to die, Shawn. You think all this pampering will make her forgive

yourself. You already put her at gunpoint. You sedated her. You carried her onto this

pistol again, pointing it at Shawn. "You did this. There’s

the regret in his eyes. A lump formed in his

whispered. "I know she’s

had known it from the very first moment

her leaning in the corner of the interview room,