Chapitre 75: Chapter 70
"I must... "
Sylvia covered her abdomen, feeling the wetness gradually spreading, watching the crimson on her palm, her head spinning suddenly, feeling weak all over. A hoarse groan escaped her mouth as she fell backward, collapsing inside the truck.
"Sylvia!"
Seeing Sylvia collapsed inside the truck, Sarah anxiously shouted, wanting to rush forward at the first moment.
Except for Bryan and Allen, her relationship with Sylvia, her sister, was the closest. Seeing her sister shot and falling down, she wanted to rush to her side without even thinking.
"Be careful, there are still enemies!"
But before she could move, Bryan quickly intercepted her path, wrapping his arms around her, lowering her behind cover.
"Haha—!"
"Weyfeld, I didn't expect to see you here!"
From the shadow behind the truck on the other side, a man with a rooster comb pushed out a girl with a cloth gag in her mouth, her hands tied behind her back. The man was laughing wildly towards where Bryan and the others were hiding.
"Damn it, Ogden, I'll kill you!" Weyfeld raised his head and saw that the girl was his daughter, Anna. Looking at his daughter's tearful eyes and her helpless struggling, anger surged within him, wanting to rush out and fight the damn bastard with all his might.
"Calm down!"
Seeing Weyfeld's reaction, Bryan quickly reached out and pressed his shoulder, saying, "If you rush out now, you'll just become that guy's target. If something happens to you, who will rescue Anna?"
Then he looked towards Sylvia, who was collapsed inside the truck, sweat dripping from his forehead. He regretted not stopping this operation earlier, knowing it would end up like this.
Hearing Bryan's words, Weyfeld suppressed his anger, but the fierceness in his eyes showed his fury.
"Haha! Why don't you come here then!"
Completely ignoring Weyfeld's threats, Ogden felt an unprecedented joy at this moment. He originally thought Sarah had died, either infected or killed by those hunting infected people. He felt somewhat regretful, but he didn't expect her to come to him on her own accord. This was simply his lucky day.
He hadn't intended to ambush the surviving infected people himself, but was hiding in a dark corner, planning to deliver a fatal blow at a critical moment.
Ogden had seen everything that had happened just now. Originally, he could have assisted the bald man in taking down these survivors, but when he saw who was coming, he immediately changed his mind and decided to take advantage of the situation.
It was a pity that the shot he took just now didn't kill Weyfeld. Otherwise, with just a few children and women left, he was confident he could easily deal with them.
Then Ogden glanced at the bald man lying on the ground, a sneer on his lips. He cursed the man as useless. He had bragged about how powerful he was, but he hadn't managed to kill a single person.
Approaching the captured girl, smelling the scent emanating from Anna's body, Ogden felt his body trembling involuntarily, a certain part of him reacting. Unable to resist, he stuck out his tongue and licked her smooth face.
Feeling Ogden's actions, Anna felt a wave of nausea in her heart, quickly turning her head away and struggling to break free from her bindings.
Sensing Anna's resistance, Ogden's smile gradually turned twisted. He whispered softly in Anna's ear, "Be good, don't move. Once we leave here, I'll play with you to your heart's content!"
Then he raised the rifle in his hand, aiming at Anna's back, urging her to follow him. At the same time, he shouted towards the front, "Weyfeld, if you don't want your daughter to die, you'd better behave and stay where you are. Otherwise, I can't guarantee her safety."
"Damn it!"
Seeing Anna and Ogden starting to move, Weyfeld became anxious. He knew his daughter better than anyone. If she saw no hope of rescue, she would rather die with her dignity intact than be insulted.
He tightened the pistol in his hand, thinking of his wife's dying wish. Deep determination flashed in his eyes. Even if it meant risking his own life, he had to ensure his daughter's safety.
But as Ogden dragged Anna slowly backward, a small figure suddenly appeared beside them. With trembling arms and a shaky grip on the gun, a child's voice shouted loudly, "Hands up, you villain!"
The sudden voice stunned everyone. Bryan looked towards the direction and found it was Allen, but as soon as he saw Allen, his face darkened because he knew Allen had never fired a gun.
Ogden's body stiffened instantly when he heard the voice, his expression frozen. He didn't expect there to be someone else beside him.
But when he heard the childish voice, he turned his head and saw that it was just a ten-year-old child. Moreover, the gun in the child's hand seemed unsteady, gradually turning his expression into a grim one.
"You little brat, you're looking for death!" Ogden immediately raised his gun and aimed it at Allen's side, firing several shots in succession.
Completely disregarding the threat from the front, Ogden aimed his gun at Allen's position, focusing on shooting.
Unfortunately, whether it was because Anna obstructed his view or because his movements were too agile, all the bullets hit the snow on the ground, without hitting their target.
With Ogden continuously shooting towards the front, focusing all his attention on Weyfeld, Anna suddenly raised her head and slammed her forehead fiercely into his face.
"Damn it!"
Ogden suddenly felt darkness before his eyes, then a sharp pain in his nose, causing him to instinctively let go of Anna's hand and cover his nose.
"Ugh..." Sensing her hand released, Anna nodded towards Weyfeld in front of her, then quickly crouched down.
Just as Weyfeld, who was rushing forward, collided with Anna's backward impact, he raised his gun and, seeing Anna's movements, also desperately pulled the trigger towards their target.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
But after being attacked, Ogden realized how dangerous his situation had become. Subconsciously, he wanted to dodge, but thinking was one thing, his body's reaction speed couldn't support him to make the desired move immediately.
Only hearing several thudding sounds, numerous blood holes suddenly appeared on his body, and bright red blood spurted out from the holes, relentlessly flowing outward.
The gun weakly fell to the ground, and Ogden's face was full of disbelief. Slowly raising his hand to touch his wounds, he seemed to want to stop the blood from flowing out.
But in the end, before he could touch his wounds, his strength seemed to be drained away, weakly kneeling on the ground, then flopping down, lying motionless on the snowy ground.
The scene suddenly fell silent, whether it was Weyfeld in the middle of the road, or Bryan and Allen hiding, they all breathed a sigh of relief, sitting down on the ground.
"It's finally over..." A thought of relief floated in everyone's hearts.
"Sarah, you..." Bryan turned his head, subconsciously wanting to talk to Sarah, but as soon as the words
left his mouth, he realized that the person beside him was gone.
Turning his head, he found Sarah had somehow climbed onto the truck. Slapping his forehead, he remembered that Sylvia had been shot. Quickly getting up, he ran towards her.
But as he ran, Bryan's steps became slower and slower, his expression growing increasingly heavy.
Inside the truck, Sarah was holding Sylvia, softly sobbing. Sylvia lay weakly in Sarah's arms, blood continuing to flow from her body, dripping onto the snowy ground from the truck.
Seeing the crimson on Sylvia's abdomen, Bryan's heart felt heavy. Such a wound, perhaps before the apocalypse, could have been treated, but now... there was no hope...
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