Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1195

As the crew lounged casually in the back of the car, one of them quipped, "Mind if

I borrow your silencer? My pistol's loud as a firecracker, and I'd rather not wake the neighborhood. I'm still trying to keep my good-guy reputation intact."

"Tell you what, I'll pop off a round first, and then we can trade," came the laid-back reply.

Meanwhile, tucked away in a narrow alley, Greg and his team of five hitmen were poised for an ambush, clearly outgunned but ready to spring the trap.

"Enough chit-chat, let's wrap this up," someone said, breaking the tension.

In a flash, guns were trained with precision on the group in the middle.

"Who are you? If you're with the Dark Web and you fancy staying alive, clear out!" barked one of the hitmen.

"Well, thanks for the heads-up. You're just the folks we're after. Charge!"

The alley echoed with the sounds of struggle, while two sharp-dressed men stood guard at either end, making sure

for it but froze as a gun barrel pressed against his

more men showed up, rounding

the blood cleaned up by those

from quick- thinking bystanders, who stabilized him until

the quick actions, buying us precious time," the

the police sought to thank the do-gooders, the men humbly replied, "Our boss taught us to be decent folks My brother

had initially wanted to praise their boss directly but quickly adapted their

police offered accolades and rewards,

the spotlight." And with

hotel, they eagerly reported to their boss. "Boss, those cops

up, "What did you

"Uh, the police."

then slouched back on the couch, musing, "I

and the hitmen. The cops nabbed one;

teaching?" Conner quizzed,

like it's the Wild West? There's no honor