The gunfire was swift, but Shane Winchester was not slow either, clutching the light-as-paper Jackson Sully and narrowly avoiding a series of gunshots.
Seeing that he was about to leap out the window, a colder smirk crossed Zachary Armstrong's face: "Are you all waiting for death?"
As soon as the words were out, several men hurriedly followed suit, firing multiple shots.
Shane Winchester grabbed onto the rope with one hand and hugged Jackson Sully in front with the other. Though this was much more cumbersome than carrying her on his shoulder, it at least didn't leave her exposed under the enemy's gun muzzle.
Jackson Sully looked at the face close at hand, silent, as if she just wanted to take a good look at his features again.
She never understood how such a handsome face, which seemed so gentle, could turn so ruthless in the blink of an eye.
"Just hang in there a bit longer." Shane Winchester spoke in a deep voice, not responding to her gaze.
