Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 844: Ambushed by Enemies at Midnight…
Watching the shadow approaching him closer and closer, Mark carefully remained vigilant, waiting for the best moment to strike.
The figure in black grew closer, even closer...
Mark lunged out like a leopard.
He swiftly kicked and knocked away one of the black-clad men’s guns with speed, precision, and force, then deftly seized another’s gun and quickly fired...
Bang bang bang bang! Four gunshots echoed in the silent night.
Three of those shots were fired by Mark, each one taking the lives of the shadowy figures.
The other shot came from the one shadowy figure farthest from Mark, who hadn’t been kicked away or had his gun seized.
Although Mark had drunk a lot, and swiftly ended the lives of these intruding criminals, he wasn’t able to completely avoid the bullet fired at him.
He only managed to dodge a fatal blow, but the bullet shot straight into his arm...
Mark held a gun in one hand, cautiously inspecting the bodies of the three men in black.
After confirming the three men were dead beyond a doubt, Mark holstered his gun, took out his phone, "Arnold, come over here now."
At that moment, Arnold was walking down the street and hadn’t returned home.
Upon hearing Mark’s words, she immediately hit the brakes and asked, "What’s up, boss?"
Mark looked at his blood-stained arm and casually said, "Some fool tried to attack me. I’ve got a minor injury, bring some medicine and help me out."
Having said this, without waiting for Arnold to speak, Mark continued, "Don’t tell anyone about this for now. Just come alone."
Arnold, shocked to hear Mark was attacked.
She knew how dangerous their work was, Mark’s location was always kept secret, how could someone break in in the middle of the night?
Previous assassination attempts usually occurred at the police station entrance or places Mark might visit, right?
Arnold chose not to think further, and anxiously asked, "Boss, are you hurt badly?"
"I’m fine, just a minor injury." Mark replied nonchalantly.
After speaking, Mark continued calmly, "I’ve taken care of those three thieves. Just come help me treat the wound."
"Alright, I’ll be there soon!"
Having said this, Arnold floored the gas pedal, swiftly turning back toward Mark’s apartment...
Five minutes later, carrying all potentially needed medicines bought en route, Arnold rushed up to the floor where Mark was.
She didn’t have time to ring the doorbell, and in her haste forgot to, directly knocked on the door, "Boss, open up..."
Mark opened the door, looking at Arnold standing outside, sweaty on her forehead, he jokingly said, "Why are you rushing? I’m not dead yet!"
Arnold glared at Mark and seriously said, "Boss, don’t say such things!"
As she spoke, her gaze fell on Mark’s wound.
Seeing it was just an arm injury without any life-threatening danger, Arnold’s tense heart finally eased a little...
Mark turned back inside and said to Arnold at the door, "Close the door, come help remove the bullet!"
Arnold obediently closed the door and followed Mark inside.
Mark sat down on the sofa in the living room, extending his injured arm out for Arnold to extract the bullet.
Watching the man on the sofa, face pale beyond compare, Arnold felt waves of panic in her heart.
Tonight he drank so much, and the attack was planned, no one knew how frightened she was, afraid something might truly happen to him.
Now that assassins reached the home, such incidents would likely continue in the future, could he survive every time?
This moment strengthened Arnold’s resolve to stay by Mark’s side.
She wanted to remain by his side, facing unknown dangers together.
If he lived, she’d live.
If he died, she’d accompany him to death.
Without saying a word, Arnold disinfected, removed the bullet, dressed the wound, then grabbed anti-inflammatories, poured water, handing it to Mark.
After taking the medicine, Mark lay back on the sofa, closing his eyes.
Due to his tall frame, his legs could only rest on the sofa armrest.
He lazily closed his eyes to rest, speaking to Arnold standing not far away, "The bodies are in the bedroom, see if you can find anything."
Arnold nodded, then turned and walked into Mark’s bedroom.
A few minutes later, Arnold emerged from the bedroom.
Mark kept lazily lying on the sofa, hearing the door open and close, hearing Arnold’s footsteps, he asked, "How is it, any findings?"
Arnold looked at the extraordinarily handsome man lying on the sofa and softly spoke, "Hmm. Couldn’t find anything identifying them on their bodies, they seem like trained assassins raised for the purpose."
Mark pragmatically murmured agreement.
His long, curling eyelashes slightly trembled, he slowly opened his eyes, "It’s late today, and I’m quite tired, let’s leave it at this for now."
Saying this, Mark stood from the sofa.
He looked at Arnold and continued, "You should head back, be careful on the road. We’ll talk tomorrow about anything else."
Arnold had no intention of leaving.
She looked at Mark and resolutely said, "Boss, I’m not going. There’s an assassination attempt just now, no guarantee others won’t come. With you injured, I need to stay and protect you."
Mark smiled, speaking confidently and mischievously, "It’s just a small wound, no one can truly harm me."
"No way!" Arnold sat on another sofa, directly folding her arms, closing her eyes, "Boss, don’t mind me, I’ll just rest here for a bit."
Mark: "..."
Suddenly unsure how to refuse Arnold.
For people like them, due to their work, they could rest in any environment.
But since learning Arnold was a woman, he didn’t want her involved in this dangerous work, nor did he want her to suffer these hardships.
Mark opened his mouth trying to say something, but ultimately said nothing, letting Arnold proceed... 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Early the next day, Mark had his men take the three corpses to the police station for a thorough investigation into their identities and the force behind them.
Yet, as Arnold said, they were assassins, temporarily unable to find useful information.
But until identities were uncovered, Arnold couldn’t find peace...
