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

Chapter 1824: Slater’s dilemma

BANG!

For a second, time stopped until another round was heard in the small room. Those guarding the path started shooting the men in uniform. And by men in uniform just like them, that included Slater.

"Shit!" Slater, quick to react, slid away the second the first shot was heard. In the next second, more gunshots rang out, so he took shelter behind a counter.

He flinched as some bullets managed to hit his cover. He didn’t fire back.

’Damn!’ he hissed, waiting until the gunshots finished. But they didn’t. In under a minute, all the bullets were coming directly at him. Fortunately, this counter was thick enough to protect him; otherwise, his body would’ve been riddled.

’What are they—why are they only firing here?!’ he panicked, sensing there was only one left. Him.

Since the men guarding the path had shot Nathalie’s men, Slater was quick to assume these guys were probably on their side. Just like him, they were blending in. However, with the ongoing battle somewhere in the mansion, he assumed they were also making their move.

The only question was, whose group were they from?

Mint’s? Hugo’s? Zoren’s? Penny’s?

As the men kept shooting in his direction, taking him as the last remaining soldier of Nathalie, Slater panicked. He could hear footsteps despite the deafening gunshots.

"It’s me!" he shouted. "Stop shooting, it’s me!"

But his voice barely reached them. Clenching his teeth, he grabbed his rifle and pointed it at the ceiling.

"It’s... ME!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

fired five continuous shots at the ceiling, enough to signal to the others he had no intention of fighting back. Sure enough, the soldiers firing at him

the noise subsided a bit, Slater’s

you trying to

soldiers furrowed their brows, looking at each other. One of their own? Their group wasn’t that big, nor was it small,

one soldier shouted. "And drop your gun! Throw it

floor until it was within the soldier’s line of sight. Following that was a handgun,

NOT SHOOT!"

saw Slater, one of the hostages spoke.

him," she coughed.

her. His brows rose, shifting

shoot," Slater breathed out. "It’s

the doubt in their eyes, Slater carefully brushed the hair from his

yelled, pointing at his

soldiers didn’t answer until the one in the back finally

the voice. Slater knitted his brows, eyes on a middle-aged man pulling down the bandana that was covering

"I know him. Don’t shoot him. He’s Charles Bennet’s son.

that, the rest of the soldiers lowered

was confused.

he said. "Just

guy was, but what he

groups he could bump into, it seemed he had bumped into the only group he had been avoiding from the start, and

escaped Slater. "You guys... are with my

laughed. "It really is

then perked up. He beamed at him. "By the way, these guys are prisoners. Can

up his weapons. "Since the misunderstanding is cleared up, I’m going