Marvel: The Imposter Inventor

Chapter 18 screwed up

Previously, at Luca's behest, Samira followed Dragan to a secluded corner on the edge of the cemetery.

I'm going to teach this bastard a lesson and try to get him to tell me why he caused all this trouble.

This wasn't the first time Samira had done something like this.

However, in the past, this was mostly done under the orders of Luca's mother, Gina.

With the head of the family currently in a coma and the master deceased, Samira herself did not feel there was anything wrong with Luca taking the lead.

The only thing that worried her was that it seemed a bit too cruel to make the young master, who had a kind personality and rarely had any involvement in such family matters, act mature and handle everything now.

On the contrary, Samira felt no unease at all about dealing with this good-for-nothing who had almost become the head of the family.

If it weren't for Luca's earlier instructions, Samira would have even considered secretly killing this bastard to end it all.

Seeing that no one was around, Samira quickly bent down and pulled a gleaming dagger from her boot.

He then caught up with Dragan in a few strides, kicked him to the ground, and held a dagger to his neck.

"what--"

Just as Dragan was about to shout in panic, Samira's rough hand was pressed firmly against his mouth.

This silenced all his subsequent screams.

Seeing Dragan, who had completely lost his previous arrogance, Samira pressed her dagger down slightly, her tone sharp.

"You should know what I want to ask, right?!"

A sharp dagger was pressed against his neck, and bright red blood immediately flowed out.

At this moment, Dragan was no longer the arrogant and domineering man he once was; his already lifeless eyes were now filled with terror.

It was hard to tell whether his pale face was from being frightened or simply from being too weak.

It struggled desperately, making continuous 'woo-woo' sounds.

Seeing this, Samira raised her hand, signaling the other party to speak.

Dragan, already somewhat terrified, didn't even dare to shout for help, but instead questioned her in a trembling voice.

"You, you! What do you think you're doing! I'm also the heir to the Orange family!!"

Samira looked disdainful upon hearing this, but did not lessen the force in her hand.

"Dragan, for the sake of the lady, speak your mind."

Before Samira could finish her sentence, the perceptive Samira noticed that Dragan, who had been looking terrified, suddenly relaxed and stared intently behind her.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, Samira immediately bent over and rolled to the side.

The next moment, a tiny crater exploded where Samira had been standing.

Then several faint gunshots followed.

Samira rolled rapidly until she reached an unmarked tombstone, where she stopped to catch her breath.

"Choo Choo Choo--"

The continuous gunfire suppressed the noise, sending stones flying from the rather ornate tombstone.

'Three enemies, P226, silencer, subsonic rounds!'

Based on the sound and bullet holes, Samira quickly determined the enemy's location, while simultaneously reaching into her bosom.

As a bodyguard, she naturally carried a firearm, but unlike the other person, she did not have a silencer.

Samira's mind raced, and she quickly made a decision.

As the sound of the tombstones cracking behind her gradually subsided, Samira's muscles tensed immediately, and she burst out of the cover like a powerful female leopard.

His hawk-like gaze swept quickly across the distance.

Three armed enemies dressed in black suits were present. One was still firing, another was reloading, and the last was roughly dragging the scrambling Dragan away, covering his escape.

Seeing this, Samira used the arch of her foot to exert force and quickly dodged to the side in succession.

He ignored the man in black who was still shooting and let the bullets whiz past him.

At the same time, his forearm, veins bulging, exerted a sudden force. "Whoosh—"

The dagger was thrown out rapidly.

Like a sharp sword slicing through the air, it struck the black-clad man reloading his ammunition without hesitation, right in the face.

"Pfft~"

Blood splattered everywhere.

The man didn't even have time to let out a scream before he fell backward.

At that moment, the man in black who had been shooting continuously also emptied his magazine.

He didn't even glance at the man in black who was still futilely pulling the trigger.

Samira exerted force with her feet again.

The decaying leaves burst open behind me.

The agile Samira quickly rushed toward Dragan, who was being dragged away.

However, she had only taken two steps when her expression changed slightly.

It wasn't because the man supporting Dragan pulled out a pistol to return fire.

At that moment, three more men in black, armed with guns, appeared in the distant dense forest and aimed at him.

Samira was currently seven or eight steps away from Dragan and his companion, and there was no time for her to rush close and rely on close combat to make the enemy hesitate to attack.

He immediately ducked down and hid behind another piece of cover.

Bullets rained down on the outside of the bunker with a 'whoosh whoosh whoosh' sound.

Samira had no choice but to reach for the pistol in her bosom again.

However, this time, when she peeked out from behind cover and raised her gun to aim,

All that could be seen was the last man in black dragging the corpse she had killed with her throwing knife back into the dense forest.

The others had already disappeared into the dense forest.

The arm muscles tensed and then relaxed.

Samira ultimately did not choose to pull the trigger.

Although the location is concealed, the sound of his gunshot could attract the attention of others and cause unnecessary trouble.

She wasn't sure she could escape unscathed.

Moreover, since the enemy is so openly using firearms, she must get to Luca's side quickly to protect him.

After waiting a moment behind cover and confirming that all the enemies had left, Samira put her pistol away and quickly got up to head towards Luca.

the other side.

Dragan, who had just been rescued, was dragged and pulled into a stretch Lincoln by a man in black.

The men in black who had been protecting him did not get into the car.

The car door closed gently.

Dragan, still shaken, gasped for breath, but dared not look at the refined young man sitting opposite him in the carriage.

"Mr. Orange, it seems you've messed things up?"

The speaker was dressed in a smart and neat black suit, with square black-rimmed glasses on his face, exuding the aura of a financial elite.

However, his casual remark caused Dragan, who was already terrified, to tremble uncontrollably.

"Wevesley, this...this isn't my fault, it's that brat Luca's fault, it's all his fault, he doesn't even acknowledge me as his uncle!!"

Dragan grew increasingly angry as he spoke, as if he had completely forgotten his previous irrational behavior.

"Really? Why is it that my subordinates report that you haven't shown any interest in getting close to him at all?"

(End of this chapter)