Chapter Twenty-Seven
The thug started drawing his gun and smiled. “Enjoy hell, soldier boy.”
Jia’s eyes widened. Erik was going to die unless she did something.
She reached for her stun pistol.
Erik’s hand shot up, pistol at the ready, and fired. The bullet struck the other man’s gun and knocked it out of his hand.
“The only reason that didn’t go through your head is that I’m trying to give you two idiots a small chance to not be total morons,” Erik snarled, his weapon covering the guard.
Naric slapped his PNIU and a harsh alarm sounded. He reached inside his jacket, his eyes full of hatred, and Erik put a round in his shoulder.
The man screamed in pain and stumbled back before rushing toward a side door, his guard trailing him.
“I thought you said they wouldn’t try to kill us!”
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