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

Chapter 1766

Chapter 1766: improvisation was now the new strategy

"It’s... torture time!"

The moment those words left Penny’s mouth, she got to work fast. Shawn stood nearby, watching as she tended to Brad’s wounds with the speed of a medical-grade hurricane.

Despite how it sounded, "torture time" wasn’t a joke.

She was treating Brad, but she wasn’t using any anesthesia or pain relievers. If anything, she’d occasionally jab at his wounds and giggle just enough to make him groan and slip in and out of consciousness.

"Don’t kill them."

Penny suddenly stopped and looked back at Shawn, wiggling her brows meaningfully.

"Just knock them out," she added. "I don’t want to crash. We might need their expertise."

"Uh..." Shawn cleared his throat and nodded. "I’ll be back."

"Mhm."

With that, Penny resumed her rather unorthodox treatment of Brad. Shawn, meanwhile, stood there for a moment, staring at her back. He exhaled, turned around, and slapped himself hard.

’That’s right,’ he told himself. ’We have to do this. We have to make it happen — I can’t fail her this time.’

Because if they didn’t, there might not be a next time.

With that steeling thought, Shawn marched toward the cockpit to confront the pilots. There were two inside, but that shouldn’t be a problem.

He picked up Brad’s rifle on the way and approached the cockpit.

The pilots still had their headsets on, muttering into their mics. Shawn waited until he was sure they were no longer on a live call. Then, he tapped one of them on the shoulder.

square in the nose. He

"Ugh—!"

startled, only to freeze as the barrel of

chopper’s mine now," Shawn growled.

a nearby button to raise an emergency alarm to alert the people who need to

But alas —

BANG!

tore through his arm. Before he could scream, Shawn slammed the butt of the rifle into his jaw, then shot him in the leg to

shoved the hot barrel of the rifle in the other pilot’s

Don’t make me repeat myself." He panted, his eyes burning. "This is not worth your

both hands. He didn’t even try to resist. Shawn

Out. Now!" Shawn

seat, bleeding on the

drag him out," Shawn ordered, motioning to the

cockpit. Blood smeared the floor as he went. He didn’t say a word—he

Because they knew.

open fire if they had to,

Shawn wasn’t

hadn’t ordered him not to kill them, he wouldn’t have bothered with all this.

rifle aimed at them as the pilot dragged his partner toward Penny’s area. Once

"Get down! Now!"

the floor. But when he

wrapped him head to toe in gauze—even his mouth and one

two new arrivals. One was under Shawn’s knee, the

eyes wide with disbelief. "Shawn! I told you not to kill them! Want to go to

not dead," Shawn panted. "Not yet. But he’s bleeding

up the medical kit and

alive!" she promised, tearing open his clothing around the wound.

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