Chapter 1613 Bone Crushing And Ashes Scattering


    Chapter 1613 Bone Crushing and Ashes Scattering


    "Young marshal, be careful."


    Dewey noticed an abnormality on the helicopter and quickly pressed Joyce down, hiding behind the


    bulletproof ss.


    Joyce''s mind was fully on rescuing Otis and she did not notice the abnormality on the helicopter.


    Even if she found out, it would be toote.


    Rows of bullets swept over mercilessly, heading towards Otis.


    With such random shooting, no gun skills were needed.


    Even gods could not dodge.


    She watched helplessly as Otis was shot. Arge area of the sea surface was quickly dyed red with


    fresh blood.


    The red sea water rose and fell with the waves.


    By then the setting sun had turned red to the extreme, the sky was full of blood colors, and the huge


    sunset was left with only a small half, staggering on the sea, unable to support it.


    The sky was much darker than before. The depressing gloom was about toe.


    "Damn it." Dewey cursed, "Otis is dead."


    On the speedboat, the automatic cable was still working, Otis was getting closer and closer to them,


    and the blood water was spreading towards them.


    With the naked eye, Otis had been shot several times.


    Joyce waspletely furious. She wore high-powered binocrs and looked in the direction of the


    helicopter in thest light of the setting sun.


    The cabin door was open.


    It was that woman again. I had seen it when I rescued Justin.


    Too far away, the sky was too dark to see clearly, I could only see the woman''s ck long skirt, flying


    constantly in the strong wind, like an evil ck ribbon, dancing endlessly. Same asst time.


    Although I didn''t know who she was or what her background was.


    But at the moment she must be taught a lesson.


    Joyce''s anger rose, and she picked up a sniper rifle next to her.


    From picking up the gun, to aiming with binocrs, to firing, it only took a few seconds.


    Because the helicopter had already exceeded the range of their M2 fire.


    Although she had not received special sniper training, Cecelia had taught her some basics recently,


    and she picked it up quickly.


    "Bang!" A bullet sped out swiftly in thest gleam of glow, heading straight for the flying helicopter.


    The woman''s head was blocked by the cabin door, and her exposed scap was instantly pierced by a


    . 50-caliber bullet.


    On the ckhawk Helicopter.


    "Ah!" A scream.


    Apanied by a scream, Athena painfully clutched her shoulder.


    The power of the AWM was huge, directly piercing her scap. Fortunately, her head was not


    exposed, otherwise a shot to the head would have made her a corpse.


    Cloud was manually maneuvering the helicopter to glide close to sea level. Jumping into the sea now


    would not hurt them. And the remaining distance the helicopter glided, the vortex caused by the final


    crash into the sea would not suck them in. Everything was under his control.


    Hearing Athena''s painful cry, Cloud hurriedly turned his head to look. Seeing that she was injured.


    He frowned, quickly abandoned the cockpit, came to the back seat, forcibly closed the cabin door and


    opened the other cabin door.


    "Athena, hold on. There''s no time to bandage, we have to jump now. Don''t worry, I''ve called for nearby


    support, and we''ll be there in five minutes. Get on board and we''ll head straight to Rohomes."


    There was no time to think much. Cloud dragged Athena and jumped into the sea.


    They were wearing special clothes that automatically inted upon contact with water and had GPS


    positioning systems. They would never get lost at sea.


    When the icy sea water soaked Athena''s body.


    Athena gritted her teeth to endure the pain from blood loss and cold.


    Both painful and awake.


    Damn Joyce, she actually hurt her. Last time, the bullet just grazed her arm. This time, she actually


    pierced her scap. Damn it! Let her endure inhuman pain and torment! No one could hurt her, Joyce


    was the first. She would demand ten thousand times retribution for this vengeance. She would tear


    Joyce into pieces and crush her bones to ashes.


    Athena and Cloud floated on the sea surface, waiting for the rescue ship. This was already the


    territorial waters of Rohomes, and Pascaylia''s military ships could note over. They were safe.


    Fortunately, Cloud was never an impulsive man. He had arranged everything properly.


    On the other side.


    Joyce put down the sniper rifle. She knew she had hit that woman.


    By this time, Dewey had pulled Otis to the side of the boat. Crew members helped Dewey pull Otis up.


    Otisy on the deck, his pupils wide open like copper bells.


    His body temperature was disappearing rapidly, and he shuddered uncontrobly with cold.


    He knew he was not going to make it. Countless bullets had been shot.


    He spit out mouthfuls of blood and seawater, blood and seawater, soaking the entire deck and


    spreading around.


    He never dreamed.


    That he would die at Athena''s hands. This brutal and perverted woman, conspiring with the tiger, was


    too careless of him. He shouldn''t have cooperated with such an unprincipled person, and finally ended


    up destroying himself.


    "Quick, stop the bleeding!" Joyce eximed, quickly bandaging Otis'' chest wound with strips of cloth.


    Unfortunately, it was useless. There were too many and too dense wounds, blood kept gushing out, it


    couldn''t be stopped at all.


    Even if it could be stopped, from here to the nearest hospital on shore, even emergency treatment


    would be toote.


    Although she knew in her heart, she did not give up. She kept bandagingyer afteryer.


    Otis''s vision became more and more blurred. He knew he was beyond saving.


    Seeing Joyce working hard to save him.


    For the first time in his life, regret shed through his heart.


    He admired her. With her as the young marshal and him as the aide, wasn''t it good? In the end, it was


    his own darkness. The painful experiences of his childhood had distorted his humanity early on. Not all


    women were like his mother.


    Nor did supreme power give one everything.


    The unfortunate childhood could not be healed in a lifetime. He was doomed to walk to the end on the


    wrong path.


    He wanted to speak, but could hardly make a sound from his throat.


    He could only whimper.


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    Joyce bent over, "What do you want to say?"


    "East, 53..." Otis used up almost all his strength to say thest few words, swallowing hisst breath.


    Immediately, his arms fell heavily, unable to lift them again.


    His pupils were wide open, unclosed in death.


    "East, 53? What does that mean?" Joyce did not understand clearly. Otis must not have finished.


    She shook him, "Otis, speak clearly, what does it mean?"


    Dewey went up and checked Otis'' breath. He shook his head at Joyce, "He''s dead, no breath."


    Joyce looked at Dewey, "Did you also hear what he saidst? It was East, 53? What does it mean?"


    Dewey shook his head, "I don''t know either."


    Joyce looked at Otis motionless, already stiff dead body.


    She was at a loss before her eyes, although Otis was no longer a threat.


    In the end, she still couldn''t find out what medicine Luther was given. Nor did she ask about the third


    party force, who they were and what their rtionship was with Rohomes.


    A dying man''s words are truthful.


    What information did Otis want to reveal to her before he died?


    As thest gleam of light disappeared, the sky waspletely dark.