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Jim said, “Our team won’t be able to get there until tomorrow at the earliest. When they arrive, have them search. If they find it, blow it up.”
Isabelle said, “Dark Shadow has many hideouts. I know
quite a few. If we can’t find. the main one, blowing up the others will do just fine. Once we’ve blown up enough, it’ll be the Joker’s hideout turn.”
“Mr. Carter, we’ve captured one of the Dark Shadow’s assassins alive.”
A subordinate of Yves suddenly reported.
“Let’s go take a look,” Jim said as he stood up.
The two of them went downstairs and saw a dozen guns pointed at a man in the centre, who was tied up tightly.
“Sweetheart, this man came knocking on our door looking for death. How do you want to handle it?”
Isabelle asked, “Has he been searched?”
Yves replied, “Yes, we’ve searched him. He only had a gun and a dagger on ”
Isabelle nced at the man. He had been shot in the shoulder, blood oozing out steadily. His face was a deathly pale grey.
And the man was also looking at her.
The man was neatly dressed, without a speck of dirt on him.
<i>Something </i><i>seemed </i>a bit <i>off</i>.
<i>The </i><i>shoulder </i>isn’t <i>a </i>vital spot. With <i>the </i><i>physical </i><i>resilience </i>of <i>a </i><i>shadow </i>assassin, <i>they </i><i>shouldn’t </i>have <i>been </i>taken down so easily <i>by </i><i>just </i>a <i>shoulder </i><i>shot</i>.
Suddenly, the man’s expression changed.
Isabelle narrowed her eyes, and the next moment, she shouted, “Get back!”
The man suddenly lunged towards her.
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Yves raised his gun and shot the man in the head.
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The moment the man fell to the ground, an explosion rang out. The luxurious, brightly lit hall was instantly sttered beyond recognition by the man’s flesh and blood.
The strong smell of blood instantly filled the air, mingling with the charred stench of burning flesh from the explosion, making the entire hall nauseating.
It was almost challenging the limits of human endurance.
At a nce, all one could see was a sea of blood red, with blood mist floating in the air, making breathing difficult.
The bomb was filled with des, making its destructive power astonishing.
Those nearby were instantly turned into a mist of pink, with some having half of an intestine hanging from their shoulders. The bomb injured everyone. One person had several des embedded in their face and was in unbearable pain, covering their face while screaming.
Where the man had stood, there was nothing left but a pool of blood and scattered
viscera.
George, disregarding the disgust in his blood–soaked body, rushed to Isabelle’s side. “Are you hurt?”
Isabelle frowned in disgust. “I’m fine.”
Jim’s voice suddenly rang out, “Yves.”
They looked over, and Yves, who was nearby, couldn’t avoid it. A de shard had pierced his arm, and his thigh was also wounded by shrapnel, bleeding profusely.
More than the wounds, it was the blood–soaked state that frustrated Yves the most.
Disgusted, he muttered a few curses, fighting nausea, and turned to Isabelle. “Sweetheart, are you hurt?”
Isabelle quickly stepped up to him and checked his injuries.
Yves said, “D*mn it! Dark Shadow is truly insane, using human bombs. It’s making me sick.
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<i>Using </i><i>such </i><i>methods</i><i>, </i><i>they </i><i>are </i><i>ruthless</i>, <i>trying </i><i>every </i>means to kill <i>or </i><i>seriously </i><i>injure </i><i>Isabelle</i>.
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thigh is too deep. <b>I’ll </b>need to remove it. Let me give you a few stitches to stop the bleeding. Then you should go to the hospital and get your injuries treated.”
Yves said, “No, I must shower first.”
Not to mention Yves‘ slight obsession with cleanliness. Even someone with the strongest mental endurance wouldn’t be able to tolerate being covered in sticky blood mixed with viscera, fat, and flesh fragments.
Yves even felt like there was a lump of flesh on his head.
Yves didn’t want this head or this house anymore.
Ignoring the injury on his arm, he took off his coat.
Isabelle said calmly, “Infection in the wound, a limp in the leg, and a disabled hand. Using a crutch with one hand in the future wouldn’t be bad.”
Isabelle sessfully managed to suppress Yves‘ immediate urge to take a shower.
Jim, also feeling nauseous, took off his coat. “Can you walk? If not, <b>I’ll </b>carry you to the car.
Yves replied, “I’ll go by myself. You stay here.”
Yves looked at Jim and asked him to stay and keep an eye on George and not let George take advantage of the situation..
Jim thought: <i>They </i><i>are </i><i>mutually </i><i>attracted </i><i>to </i><i>each </i><i>other</i>. <i>What </i><i>could </i><i>he </i>possibly watch <i>for</i>?
Isabelle said, “Bring more people with you, and be careful.”
Isabelle rinsed for over half an hour, using most of a bottle of shampoo and shower gel to wash away the blood and smell from her body.
Coming out of the bathroom. Isabelle saw that George had already cleaned up and
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changed clothes in the bedroom. He was waiting for her with a worried expression. on his face.
“Yourpany is so big. Isn’t it affecting things by not going back to oversee everything for so long?” Isabelle chatted with him as she dried her hair.
Seeing herpletely calm, not scared at all, and even caring about his work, George felt an indescribable mix of emotions.
He could only say, “My team <b>is </b>managing it.”
Isabelle approached him and said, “Could you check if my hair is clean? My scalp hurts from washing it so thoroughly.”
George carefully checked her hair for her.
“It’s clean.”
He naturally took the towel from her hand and started drying her hair for her.
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