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!"

echoed with the sounds of struggle, while two sharp-dressed men

make a run for it but froze as a gun barrel

showed up, rounding up the injured and bundling them

tranquility, the blood cleaned up

get help from quick- thinking bystanders, who stabilized him

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

taught us to be decent folks

quickly adapted their

the police offered accolades and

don't need the spotlight."

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

up, "What did

"Uh, the police."

slouched back on the couch, musing, "I

"Boss, we snagged Greg and the hitmen. The cops nabbed one;

thuggery? Is that my teaching?" Conner quizzed, as his underling

still acting like it's the Wild West? There's no honor in that," Conner said, eyeing the chandelier. "Let the cops