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

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.

pilot turned, only to be punched square in the

"Ugh—!"

freeze as the barrel

mine now," Shawn growled.

glanced at his injured co-pilot. In the next second, he reached for a nearby button to raise an emergency alarm

But alas —

BANG!

could scream, Shawn slammed the butt of

over, Shawn shoved the hot barrel of the rifle in

his eyes burning.

try to resist. Shawn reached for

Out. Now!" Shawn

scrambled out of his seat, bleeding on

ordered, motioning

obeyed, dragging his partner out of the cockpit. Blood smeared the

Because they knew.

fire if they had to,

Shawn wasn’t

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

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

"Get down! Now!"

bleeding pilot to the floor. But when he

a half-dead mummy. Penny had wrapped him head to toe in

turned and stared at the two new arrivals. One was under

he dead?!" she gasped, eyes wide with disbelief. "Shawn! I told you

panted. "Not yet.

the medical kit and rushing to the

worry! I’ll keep you alive!" she promised, tearing open his clothing around