PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS-Chapter 1793: A fight for freedom

In another part of the island, gunfire echoed across the area, muffling even the loud screeches of tires grinding against the main road.

BOOM!

"What the—" Jonathan clasped his side, gripping the handle in the backseat, his teeth clenched as the vehicle he was in drifted.

When the vehicle regained stability, Jonathan slammed his side against the door. Another yelp escaped him, and he nearly bit his tongue as pain piled up in his body.

"The hell is—" Jonathan stopped, his eyes widening as he glanced back, catching sight of a chopper exploding not far from them. His breath hitched, and for a brief moment, the stabbing pain in his stomach was forgotten.

Another loud explosion followed as the burning chopper erupted once more. Despite their distance, Jonathan could almost feel the heat and impact of the crash. Deep lines appeared between his brows as he wondered who would be crazy enough to crash a chopper and block the entire road.

"Sir, group three was wiped out!" Suddenly, a voice crackled from the radio on the dashboard. "The Homeland Security made their landing, and—"

The report was cut short by the sounds of gunfire, followed by silence. Then, another voice came through the telecoms, reporting the same grim news: their group had been nearly wiped out and was now in hot pursuit.

Jonathan’s eyes remained wide as he clenched his hands tightly in his lap.

The driver briefly glanced at him through the rearview mirror, and the man in the passenger seat turned to look as well.

"We’ll take the other route to the mansion," the man in the passenger seat said, his tone grim. "Once you claim the code, our brothers won’t have died in vain."

Jonathan swallowed hard, glancing at the man in the passenger seat. He didn’t nod, nor did he respond. He just took a deep breath and winced, pressing a hand against his injury.

"Just keep moving," Jonathan finally spoke, his voice steady despite the pain. "We can’t let Zoren Pierson get there before us."

The men in the front nodded, their resolve hardening as they veered down another path. With the chopper blocking the road, they were forced to take a longer route. Still, they pressed on without looking back.

They had all expected the worst as Jonathan’s plan unfolded.

This was a fight for their freedom from the Zorken Family. And even in the annals of history, a fight for freedom always came at a heavy cost... or so they believed this war was it was all about.

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At the same time, Mint stood on top of a smaller hill, unstrapping her parachute. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

As she did, her eyes caught sight of several vehicles speeding down the main road.

She narrowed her eyes, pulling her earpiece from her collar and placing it in her ear. After pressing it, she spoke.

"I’ve spotted someone," she said, her voice sharp. "I don’t have a vehicle, but I’ll try to slow them down. I’m sending you my location."

Mint slung her rifle across her body and, following the cars with her sights, she pulled the trigger.

BANG!

One shot, and the last vehicle swerved as one of its tires deflated rapidly. Without hesitating, Mint shot again, aiming at the driver’s window. As expected, the bullet didn’t penetrate, so she kept firing, taking down at least three cars in quick succession.

"Three down," she muttered to herself before letting go of her rifle and sliding down the slope. Although unfamiliar with the island, she took a familiar path at the side of the hill, keeping her eyes fixed on the vehicles below.

However, she soon reached a dead end— a cliff.

Her feet skidded, and small pebbles tumbled down the slope as the tips of her shoes neared the edge. Her body swayed forward, but she shifted her weight to prevent herself from falling.

"Shi—" she hissed, stopping just in time.

She didn’t dwell on the close call. Lifting her gaze, she saw the rest of the vehicles had already moved far ahead. Her lips curled into a frustrated frown.

"Damn!" she muttered. Her sharp eyes caught sight of a path leading away from the cliff, toward the road. She furrowed her brows, studying the vehicles before glancing back up the hill.

Her brow quirked as she followed the road with her eyes, then stopped, noticing the massive fire from the burning chopper. It was big enough to illuminate the entire area. The heat from the blaze reached her even at this distance.

"Right," she whispered to herself as she began walking back to where she had landed.

As her steps turned into a jog, she pressed her earpiece again. "I’m heading to the mansion. Just meet me there."

Mint continued to run, finding a route that seemed to loop back in the direction the cars were headed. Though not familiar with the terrain, her experience allowed her to deduce that the cars must have been taking an alternate path.

"Ack—" Mint nearly tumbled as she jumped from the fields, landing near the base of a small hill.

"Hah." she panted, glancing back at the fields and then at the main road where she now stood.

To her surprise, the road was completely empty—no cars, no people, and no animals. The only light came from the chopper’s flames.

Mint’s eyes turned toward the crash site, the thick smoke rising from the other side of the hill.

"Don’t tell me I got here first?" she muttered to herself, scanning the road for tire tracks.

But there was nothing.

Even the asphalt was pristine, undisturbed.

She knelt, pressing two fingers against the road before rubbing them together. Her face hardened in confusion as she observed the strange emptiness.

"I should feel excited if I got here first," she murmured, her tone laced with frustration. "But somehow... I feel like—"

Her words trailed off as she noticed a faint light coming from the top of the road. Narrowing her eyes, she saw a truck approaching, followed by another, then a third.

"Shit," she breathed out, leaping from her position and sprinting back toward the field.

Those weren’t her men, and definitely not the cars she had been following. Mint could fight them, maybe even steal one of their vehicles. But she wasn’t naive enough to think she could escape unharmed against four full trucks filled with trained soldiers.

As Mint sprinted deeper into the field, she came to an abrupt stop when she heard the clicking of a gun.

Slowly, a cold muzzle pressed against her temple as a figure emerged from the side of the field.

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