How is this possible?
Hasn’t the Davis family long ago … taken refuge in the world? They haven’t come out for a hundred years, how come an old man suddenly came out?
“What, how many more the Davis family have you seen? “Mitchell sneered.
“…”
Mr. Cruise was almost a little on his feet.
Other people were young and didn’t know, but he knew, especially since THE Cruise family still had to inherit a little teaching from THE Davis family’s ancestors to pass down such a family, otherwise, it was still giving out houseguards now.
A little bit of teaching can make the Cruise family have today, can see the Davis family people are what kind of existence.
What the Davis family is to the Cruise family is indeed a superior master.
Thinking so, Mr. Cruise shivered even more, his whole body gasped and swayed like a falling leaf, Mr. Wilkie on the side hastened to support him, so that he didn’t fall down.
The plutocrats beside him all looked at each other in disbelief.
Mitchell looked at Mr. Cruise with some contempt as he raised his eyes and slowly swept them.
His eyes were permeated with majesty, but it made the crowd of plutocrats feel that their aura was short.
This kind of feeling … they haven t felt from anyone else except Enrico.
Seeing this, Mitchell felt even more ridiculous, hands behind his back, “Back when the Davis family was around, there were not so many rabble in the country, and this A country situation … is time to rewrite and rewrite.”
When he finished slowly and methodically, he slowly took a few steps backward.
The people beside him immediately surrounded him and shielded him.
Mr. Cruise looked at him in shock, “What, what do you want?”
“Do it, don’t let any of them escape.” Mitchell snapped.
A gunshot rang out in the lobby, smoke dispersed in the air, and the situation was immediately ignited.
The plutocrats on this side were all very alarmed and hurriedly retreated back amidst the bodyguards’ escort.
“Mr. Cruise, what’s the situation, how did the Davis family get out?”
The bullet passed through his ear, Mr. Wilkie’s eyelids were jumping together this time, he grabbed Mr. Cruise’s hand sharply to ask for a clarification.
Mr. Cruise’s whole body was in a state of stunned amazement, and for a moment he was lost in thought.
“Mr. Wilkie, withdraw?” A bodyguard asked while blocking the other side.
, …
“Can’t withdraw, I’m afraid that our people outside have been swept clean, it’s safer inside the building now instead.”
Buildings as high as hundreds of floors can be within their grasp, staying here is better than going out.
Seeing that he couldn’t count on Mr. Cruise, Mr. Wilkie’s eyes rolled and he said, “Find a way to go back to the 68th floor, and make sure to keep Paige under control!”
No matter what’s going on with this the Davis family, there’s nothing wrong with keeping Paige under control.
“…”
The crowd was depressed to the core as they listened.
They had only just gotten down from the 68th floor.
But they couldn’t care too much, the crowd fought and retreated, and headed up the stairway, Mitchell was so old, but his steps were windy, and he rushed up the stairs with his men, in hot pursuit.
But the higher up, the plutocrats have more and more people, Mitchell’s pursuit gradually slowed down.
The plutocrats could not breathe a sigh of relief when they heard something else in the gunfire.
They stopped and carefully recognized it, and in the next second, Mr. Wilkie’s face turned white, “It’s the propeller, and they’re going to attack from the top floor down! Quickly! Get up there quick! Get me Paige! Hurry!”
The group was suddenly rushing upwards on their hands and knees.
Mr. Wilkie was right. Indeed, in the sky above The Capital, an uncountable number of helicopters were flying back and forth, and as they flew over the rooftop of the building, a group of men descended down the ropes and rushed down the stairs in a well-trained manner.
An external encirclement of the building was formed against the interior, and the building became an iron bucket that couldn’t even let water out in a moment.
“Quickly! Call the rear and have that side come to surround us! Hurry!” Mr. Cruise suddenly reacted and shouted with a shaky voice.
The plutocrats were in disarray at this point, and Paige, staying in the closed room, was stunned to hear the faint sound of gunfire outside.
Enrico had come around to her rescue so quickly?
How could it be so soon.
Those plutocrats had so many weapons in their rear base camps, they might even fight to the death, make some explosions or something, it would take at least two to three hours to get the situation under control, how could they come to her rescue?
Suddenly, there was the sound of a helicopter getting closer, as if it was sticking right outside the window.
A voice came out, “Take cover!”
At those words, Paige’s gaze snapped and she hurriedly grabbed Bryan and flung herself to the floor on the side of the bed.
Only to hear a loud bang, the entire sealed window blew out a hole, causing the entire room to shake, with pieces of wood and glass flying in all directions.
A large amount of wind poured in, making the smell of Paige’s blood even stronger.
The propellers were particularly loud and noisy to the ears.
Enrico!
Paige’s heart raced wildly and she immediately got up from the ground, just to watch the helicopter parked not far from the window, a dark figure jumping down the rappel this way.
“Enrico!” she exclaimed, lunging out in a hurry, unable to stand as she was buffeted by the violent wind.
“Paige, look out.” Bryan rose from the ground and went to embrace her, unsteady and staggering himself.
Immediately afterward, the dark figure managed to land next to the window and stepped forward, kicking Bryan into the wall, “Who are you to touch my daughter!”
“…”
Paige stood still, somewhat stunned as she looked at Alonso standing in front of her, then back to the helicopter outside.
Where was Enrico?
Didn’t he come?
Bryan hit the wall and fell back down, spitting out a mouthful of blood in pain as Alonso sank back, pulling his gun from his waist and about to shoot him.
Paige snapped back and stopped him, “What are you doing?”
Alonso’s face was as ugly as a black-faced Yama, “Enrico all told me, this group of plutocrats wanted to find a man to insult you, I killed him!”
“…”
How long has this been going on and Enrico already knows the truth?
Rafael said that?
So little time to explain so much? How that was fast paced confused her.
Paige said in a daze, “Don’t kill him, he’s a victim too.”
Bryan wasn’t trying to do anything to her.
“He hugged you!”
Alonso said with a scowl and a very frantic look on his face.
“He just held me up.”
Paige had just finished explaining when she heard the sound of a door being broken down in the howling wind and was startled, “They’re coming to get me.”
Alonso regained some of his senses then, “Go, get in the helicopter.”
“Uh-huh.”
Paige knew that she was the most important thing at this point, and must not fall into the hands of the plutocrats, so without humbling herself, she walked up to the 68th floor window against the howling winds, grabbed the rope above her, and pulled the rope in a bit.
Three people hanging together, not much of a problem.
“Together.”
Paige turned her head to them, already removing the door, going one by one would be a waste of time.
“And take him?”
Alonso glared aside at Bryan, displeased, when suddenly, he spotted another person.
The old man was collapsed on the bed, wailing in agony, with blood oozing out from the shards of glass flying from the covers rolled around his body.
Alonso suddenly understood something and said in a grim tone, “This one can’t be a victim too, can it?”
“Let’s go first!” Paige looked at him breathlessly.