"Master!" The guard beside him was shocked.

Under a volley of shots and whistling of the bullets. It was as if the scene froze up momentarily. Brent knelt in despair and he could feel the fresh blood flowing. In fact, he knew that he would die here today. But he didn't mind. His life was saved by Patrick Hughes. So what if he died to save master today?

"Okay, at least I knelt down, I should... should be able to buy some time." Brent scoffed. His hands which held the rifle started to tremble. Even squeezing the trigger became slow and delayed. This was a sign of severe blood loss.

But even with his last breath, he must lead the men to stop Deadpool Mercenary. The old master had said. Anyone else can die but not master! Just at this moment, there was a furious yell from behind.

"Cover me!" It was Jack's voice.

Brent's body shook and he became more alert from his daze. He turned around and saw Jack rush out of the security perimeter with a gun, barreling towards him.

"Master, leave!" Brent was shocked and quickly shouted.

But Jack never hesitated and ran through the hail of bullets towards him.

At the same time. The guards also reacted. A portion of them lay down suppressive fire while a few others followed Jack towards Brent.

"Leave! Don't save me! You must live on..." Brent insisted and used all his strength to brace himself up with his knee and yelled, "Master, leave quickly!"

"What happens to you if I leave?" Jack yelled angrily which also angered Brent.

Just at this moment.

Zing! Brent heard a sharp whistle beside his ear and felt an intense heat.

"Master, careful!" He glared angrily and yelled at the top of his voice.

Thud!

The bullet penetrated through Jack's left arm and fresh blood splattered. The intense pain radiated throughout his body and Jack's dash came to a stop. Once he steadied himself, Jack continued to rush like a maniac towards Brent.

His eyes were bloodshot and extremely determined. His face was stained with blood and he was ferocious beyond description. He wanted to save Brent! Even if he died saving, he must save him! He would never give up, especially when Brent was like a brother to him.

Brent's body shook and his eyes turned red. His nose ached and tears welled up in his eyes.Content rights belong to .

"Master, please, I beg you to leave!" His voice was cracking with emotions and plea.

But Jack refused. At this moment, Brent felt another commotion behind his body. It was totally instinctive to him. He used his rifle to push himself up and both his injured legs erupted with energy and his entire body lunged towards Jack.

Bam!

The bullet hit Brent's back.

"Brent!" Jack's pupil constricted and his face froze.

If it wasn't for Brent, the bullet would definitely hit Jack. He looked on Brent as collapsed to the ground. Jack lunged forward to grab Brent.

"Leave!" Brent was cover with blood and his eyes continued to beg Jack to leave.

"Bro, we'll leave together!" Jack wiped the blood off his face and turned to carry Brent on his back.

Then he ran towards the helicopter.

"Cover Master and Chief's retreat!" The guards yelled angrily.

Light weapons were no match for heavy weapons. This was common knowledge. The only way to counter it was to resist with direct fighting men.

Smoke and fire were everywhere. The intense fire lit up a portion of the villa.

Jack carried Brent and ran amid the volley of bullets and said, "I'll get you out of here. Hang on. I will definitely get you out." He only had one objective in his mind. Jack was focused on a helicopter in the distance. There were already some guards on the helicopter and it had started up and whirling the air around it.

Whoosh!

A loud whistle was heard overhead. There was a trail of smoke and fire.

Kaboom!

The RPG hit the helicopter and it exploded immediately. A mushroom cloud rose above the thunderous explosion and bits of the helicopter flew all over. "Damn it!" Jack yelled angrily.

He frowned as he looked at the helicopter. The helicopter needed time to start up and was a sitting duck for Deadpool Mercenary during this time. Jack clenched his teeth and turned to run into the villa with Brent.

The bullets continued to fly and men were dropping all over them.

Finally, Jack carried Brent to the garage. The damaged Porsche 911 was parked in the garage. Jack placed Brent in the front passenger seat and then ran to the driver's seat.

Vroom.

The car started and he stomped on the accelerator. The Porsche 911 roared alive like a beast. It dashed out of the garage like a tiger escaping the cage. The tires screeched and thick smoke billowed. The car swerved and slid as it sped up towards the main entrance of the villa district.

Amidst the gunfire in the dark night, the white Porsche was like a white bolt of lightning. It streaked past figures of men who were Deadpool Mercenaries! Jack's senses were elevated to the peak and his eyes focused wildly.

Both his hands grabbed the steering wheel. His left arm was extremely painful which caused his body to tremble but his right leg floored the accelerator as they tried to escape.

It was this or death. At least there was a chance if they tried.

Ping, ding, bang...

The Deadpool Mercenaries continued to fire at the car and the bullets rained onto the windscreen shattering it into a web of splintered glass, no matter how Jack tried to avoid it. The shattered windscreen now blocked his view.

"Stop them! That's a billion dollars trying to escape!" The mercenaries yelled.

Several insane mercenaries ran into the path of the Porsche to block its path and fired onto the car.

Bullets rained towards Jack.

"Ah!" Jack closed his eyes and floored the accelerator.

Bang, bang, bang! Three bangs and the car felt the three impacts. Very quickly, the resistance disappeared. At the same time, Jack could feel pieces of glass falling on to him but didn't hurt him. It was just painful as they fell onto him.

He quickly opened his eyes and realized that the front windscreen had totally crumbled away and the several mercenaries who were in front of him had disappeared.

"We've escaped! Brent, we've escaped!" Jack rejoiced and turned to look at Brent's pale face and he was barely alive.

Jack was stunned but he said slowly, "Brother, you'll be fine. I'm here!"

The Porsche 911 continued to race down the mountain towards the public roads. Jack had no means to worry about the remaining guards in the villa. He recalled the situation and realized that he would have died if he had not gone to save Brent. Getting onto the helicopter was a death trap.

Now that he had broken through the mercenaries' perimeter, they would do whatever it took to chase back their one billion yuan prize.

The remaining guards could use this opportunity to reorganize and counter-attack. This was the best outcome that Jack could think of.

Gradually, the sound of gunshots disappeared behind him. The night wind chilled to the bones.

Jack remained focused on driving the car towards LJ Hospital.

"Master, you shouldn't have saved me." A weak voice muttered.

"Shut the hell up. I'm sending you to the hospital." Jack scolded and then said, "I had already lost my mother, how can I lose a brother now?"☐☐☐☐☐