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

Chapter 1821: RUN!

HONK!!!

Deep lines appeared between everyone’s foreheads, both groups wondering if those honks were from their side. After all, the truck looked like just one of those Nathalie had looted from the mansion.

At the third honk, all they heard next was a sharp yet silent "phew" followed by a thud.

Everyone intuitively turned to where the thud came from, only to see one of Nathalie’s men fall.

"It’s the enemy!" A shout rang out, and everyone drew their weapons, immediately opening fire.

At the same time, the incoming truck rammed through the closed gates. With its speed, it veered to the side, running over a handful of the enemy.

"The truck!" Someone yelled, but the truck drifted around, hitting more of them. The second it stopped, bullets started spewing from the back as the people inside—members of the Shadow Order who were with Penny—began firing at Nathalie’s men.

Angel dragged one man and pulled him to his side. At the same time, someone shot at Angel. The bullet quickly hit the man he’d dragged before Angel shot back.

"Near the truck!" he roared. "Take cover behind it!"

Mark, on the other hand, had just taken down three enemies at once. When he heard Angel, he quickly drew his weapon and shot at the person who was aiming at Angel.

BANG!

Angel turned to him, then to where the rifle was pointed. All he saw was an enemy falling.

"Uh, thanks!" he nodded at Mark, but the latter didn’t speak. Before the two of them could continue, they suddenly heard a very familiar voice.

"Mark~! Devil~!"

"Huh?" Both men perked up and turned to where the sound was coming from, only to see Penny in the truck’s driver’s seat. Her arm rested on the rolled-down window, smiling at them like a playboy about to pick up some ladies.

slapping the outside of the door.

Mark’s eyes widened upon seeing her, but instead of relief, they just shook their heads. Why? Because Penny’s face was all red, and after

didn’t want to ride with a drunk

BANG!

someone from behind the two.

before her. When they hadn’t moved toward her but instead fled from the

and Shawn, at this point, automatically grabbed the handle. He pressed his body into the seat, almost fusing

them. How the hell were they here when, at normal speed, it would have taken them

had taken shelter

the person underneath quickly crawled out, but

he could only ball up his body in a fetal

screamed through gritted teeth, his entire body trembling.

and forth at first, but now was spinning—drifting while he was still under it?! Everyone could see him with every spin, but the

seemed to have a

"RUN!!!"

crossfire would give them more chances of surviving, but a truck?! So, it didn’t matter if they were

"RUN!!!"

Screech!

the truck stopped, but still revved its engine. In a snap,

shit—" one man hissed, jogging away along with countless

allies!" one of her men shouted, sprinting away as the

who knew they couldn’t outrun it, shouted, "Shoot its

But to no avail.

tires, their bullets missed. On top of that, those who were shooting from the side were taken down by members of the Shadow Order. Meanwhile, some who were away from the truck’s path

saw were bodies flying or rolling under

gunfire. And for a second, everyone just stopped. Holding their breath, they eyed