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!

he had no intention of fighting back. Sure

noise subsided a bit, Slater’s voice

harrumphed. "Are you trying to kill one of

that big, nor was it small, but it was enough for them to recognize each other. But then again, there were other teams in this

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

but he did as he was told. He unstrapped his rifle and tossed it away. The rifle glided on the floor until it was within the soldier’s line of sight. Following that

up—DO NOT SHOOT!" he yelled, emphasizing every

soldiers didn’t answer, but even before they saw Slater, one of the hostages spoke. Despite her pitiful state, she

him," she coughed. "He’s helping

who was on the stretcher with a few like her. His brows rose, shifting his eyes to where Slater was. This

Slater

him. Seeing the doubt in their eyes, Slater carefully brushed the hair from his forehead to the

yelled, pointing at

until the one in the

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

Bennet, right?" he asked. "I know him. Don’t shoot

rest of

was confused. "You

your father’s friend," he

who this Angelo guy was, but

into, it seemed he had bumped into the only group he

escaped Slater. "You guys...

stopped across the now broken counter, he studied Slater’s face. His face brightened as he laughed. "It really is you—HAHA! My daughter is a

at him. "By the way, these guys are prisoners. Can you take them

to pick up his weapons. "Since the misunderstanding is cleared up, I’m going back in