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!"

stash, and chaos erupted as people charged. The alley echoed with the sounds of struggle, while two sharp-dressed men stood guard

to make a run for it but froze as a gun barrel

up, rounding up the injured and bundling them

returned to its usual tranquility, the blood cleaned

cops, one in dire straits, were lucky to get help from quick- thinking bystanders, who stabilized him until the ambulance whisked him off

goodness for the quick actions, buying us precious time," the

"Our boss taught us to be decent folks My brother

boss directly but quickly

and

don't need the spotlight." And with

they eagerly reported to their boss. "Boss, those cops were insistent on showing

up, "What

"Uh, the police."

slouched back on the couch, musing,

snagged Greg and the hitmen. The cops

thuggery? Is that my teaching?" Conner

are we still acting like it's the Wild West? There's no honor in that,"