Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 172: Allison had already yanked Nicholas by his collar, using him as a human shield.

The bullet ripped through his skull, his eyes instantly dulling.

That poor man never imagined hed meet his end at the hands of his ally.

Blood splattered across Allisons face, but she remained unnervingly calm as she raised her gun.

Turning slightly, she said, Now, its my turn.

She had noticed earlier that their handguns jammed for a brief three seconds a fatal flaw.

And that made this the perfect window.

In a heartbeat, chaotic gunfire erupted around her.

Allison shoved the lifeless body aside and slipped into the jungle, her movements swift and precise, taking her shots one by one.

Her aim wasnt as sharp as it used to be three years without handling a gun had left her a bit rusty but she made up for it with strategy.

Fortunately, there werent too many of them; otherwise, things couldve gone south quickly.

The men barely had time to react before they crumpled to the ground.

They had no idea this woman was so skilled and that her shooting was so precise! Their last thought was the chilling image of that ghostly woman, wiping blood from her face with a serene expression.

It dawned on them too late why their leader had fallen prey to this woman, left disfigured and humiliated.

Allison glanced toward the yacht docked at the pier, success shimmering on

rifled

silver daggers, and even explosives,

she finished securing the supplies and was about to

gun was in her hand, pointed at the approaching figure a man with piercing blue

Hello, gorgeous.

Lopez, at your

say,

chasing you

blue eyes gleaming like a wolf on

shoved forward a bloodied figure Kellan! Allisons gaze turned cold,

soaked in blood, his face

clearly taken a beating to

me, Kellan managed to rasp, but a rag was shoved into his mouth before

steady resolve, watching

with the fact

bait, knowing full well the danger hed

was to drag her down with

of fear as

her

Now.

was right there, the perfect chance

board, she could sail away, and reinforcements would be on

the

clicked his tongue in amusement, his voice casual,