Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2068

Using their superior firepower, the thugs quickly subdued Abigail, leaving her with no chance to resist. She was forced to retreat, hiding behind some scattered supplies for cover.

"Do you think you can escape? I'm afraid that's not going to happen!" one of them jeered.

As they prepared to move toward the waiting vehicle outside, Abigail didn't waste a second. She grabbed a fallen brick and hurled it at the machine gunner, aiming for the one carrying the most powerful weapon.

The brick slammed into the back of the man's head, knocking him out cold. Without missing a beat, Abigail rolled out from cover and grabbed the machine gun. She swiftly aimed it at Stanson's vehicle and unleashed a torrent of gunfire.

The bullets tore into the vehicle, their sharp cracks echoing in the air. Focused on her target, Abigail failed to notice the gun pointed directly at her from behind.

"Damn it, it's bulletproof!" she muttered in frustration.

She hadn't expected Stanson's vehicle to be so heavily armored. Despite the onslaught, the car only suffered a few superficial scratches.

As the vehicle sped away, a wave of anger surged within her. She slammed the gun down into the dirt, the barrel sinking deep into the ground.

Just then, a gunshot rang out from behind. Abigail felt a gust of wind as the bullet whizzed past her right ear. In an instant, she saw a tree in front of her take the hit, the bullet tearing through its trunk and leaving a clean hole behind.

That was too close. If the shot had been a fraction more accurate, the hole would have been in her forehead.

Abigail exhaled in relief, but when she turned, she saw the shooter just a few feet away. The person had collapsed on the ground, clutching their arm and writhing in pain.

Before she could approach, a silver needle whizzed through the air, instantly silencing their agony.

Following the needle's path, Abigail's gaze landed on Kingsley, who had just jumped down from a nearby tree.

If it hadn't been for his timely intervention, she would have been dead by now.

"Don't worry," Kingsley said, sealing the bloodstained card into a transparent evidence bag. "This isn't Helen's blood. The room's a mess, but she wasn't harmed, which means they didn't dare touch her. Even if we can't find her right now, at least we know she's safe for the moment."

The weight that had been pressing on Abigail's chest finally lifted, but her fury was far from quelled. "The shelter has four exits. Hels must have been moved already.

"Stanson is nothing but a two-faced snake. He better keep Hels and my little goddaughter safe. If anything happens to them, I'll make him regret it.

"I swear, every time I cross paths with him, I'll strike—he'll never be able to hold his head high in Miravell again!"

"Then he wouldn't be a two-faced snake, he'd be a rat," Kingsley teased, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

But before Abigail could respond, an odd sound sliced through the tension, sounding like beeps.