Triplets on Secret Mission novel Chapter 1711

Chapter 1711

Chapter 1711

The woman in the fishtail gown walked into the light, her face not particularly attractive. Her thin, slightly slanting eyes had a grim look, but what was most striking was the water-drop-shaped tattoo on her cheek.

Sean moved his brows slightly. Water?

She seemed to be one of the four martial art experts from another team sent by the Union.

Where were her other three teammates?

He scanned the area, but couldn't find any trace of them. If his guess was correct, they must have split up.

In that case...

Sean's eyes sharpened, and he gave a low command, "Fire!"

At his order, his men reacted quickly, immediately opening fire on the woman.

The intense gunfire startled the resting seabirds by the shore, and the mingled sounds of birdsong and gunshots made the night seem even eerier.

The woman in the fishtail gown was taken aback, but she quickly regained her composure, swiftly flashing behind a rockery to shield herself from the bullets.

She was slightly panting, her face pale. Apparently, she hadn't expected such a decisive move from the Grandset party.

As for Sean, he, who took advantage of his men's cover, shouted, "Logan, quickly carry Tony inside."

Then he turned to Molly, "Go hide in the villa, too."

Molly frowned and asked, "What about you?"

"I'll deal with them."

Seeing her frown and worried expression, Sean smiled faintly, leaned in to kiss her, and reassured her softly, "Don't worry. I'll be fine. Just do as I say."

"But..." Molly's heart shrank in anxiety.

She had also noticed the water-drop-shaped tattoo and was more convinced that the woman was the martial art expert mentioned by Chester.

Seeing that, Edmund warned anxiously, "Don't stay there! That's glass! What if a stray bullet comes through?"

The sound of dense gunfire outside was terrifying enough just to listen to, let alone watch.

"Don't worry. That's bulletproof glass," Logan glanced at Molly and said calmly.

Edmund was stunned. "Ah? Bulletproof glass? Then that's fine to stay."

For them, the more pressing concern was attending to Tony, who had already passed out.

Edmund brought the medical kit, and Logan unbuttoned Tony's shirt. As they saw the black palm print on his chest, they exchanged glances, their expressions grave.

If they weren't mistaken, that was a woman! How could she have struck so hard?

"First, let's draw out the stagnant blood," Logan said.

Thus, the two began to treat Tony’s injury.

Now the gunfire outside intensified, causing Molly's heart to jump into her throat as if it might burst out at any moment.