Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 Mission Accomplished

That warehouse meant everything to them–it was their lifeline. Over a thousand people depended on it for food.

And Cyril had been using his stockpile to trade for other supplies.

If the warehouse were gone, his whole organization would collapse.

Tyler looked down at him coldly. “Tell your men not to move. Once Denton and I are a few hundred feet out, I’ll drop you in the snow. They can come get you 15 minutes later.”

He hauled Cyril to his feet with one hand and carried Denton with the other, walking slowly through the circle. The air was silent except for the crunch of their boots.

Cyril motioned for his men to lower their guns. Nervous and pale, he stumbled after Tyler.

They walked for a while, maybe a hundred feet.

Cyril glanced at Tyler–he looked calm now, distracted even. He quietly slipped his hand into his coat pocket.

Inside was a tiny pistol, barely half the size of a man’s hand.

He had it custom–made, small enough to hide anywhere but deadly enough to tear through a

person.

It used special bullets. No matter where they hit, the target would bleed out fast.

Cyril’s eyes flashed with hatred. You think I’m easy to push around? You blew up so much of my stuff. I won’t let any of you walk away alive.

But before he could pull the trigger, his wrist was pinned down.

He froze and looked in disbelief at Denton–who was supposed to be unconscious. “Y–you are awake!” Cyril stammered.

Denton grinned, showing his sharp little canines. “Tyler told me my baby face makes people drop their guard. He said it’s my best weapon.”

Before Denton even finished speaking, Cyril saw the tall man in front of him move. Tyler’s knife flashed once across his throat.

The world spun. Cyril hit the snow hard.

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Behind him, the men who had been secretly following rushed forward.

When he tried to call out, no sound came.

His throat only made a harsh, tearing noise.

He looked down and saw bright red blood spraying out, soaking into the white snow.

Then came a deafening blast. BOOM!

Cyril’s men rushed over. They dropped beside him, pressing their hands to his neck, trying to help him.

But right then, panic shot through him. Using the last of his strength, Cyril widened his eyes and gasped, “The warehouse … it blew up?”

One of the men, tears freezing on his cheeks, hesitated before nodding. “Yeah, it’s gone.”

After throwing Cyril into the snow, Tyler had pressed the detonator and blown up the entire warehouse.

Cyril’s vision dimmed. He glared one last time, lips trembling as he forced out his final words.

“Damn it.”

Meanwhile, Tyler and Denton had already run several dozen feet away.

Behind them, Cyril’s men chased and fired nonstop.

From the top of a nearby building, Caroline spotted them. Two figures sprinting through the snow, with dozens of men right on their heels. She steadied herself behind a sniper rifle that had been set up earlier.

Through the night–vision scope, she took aim and fired.

Caroline’s shooting wasn’t perfect, but she had trained for a while.

Even if she missed their heads, she could still hit an arm, a leg, or the chest.

After several shots, the group chasing Tyler and Denton noticed this. “There’s a sniper! Fall back!” someone yelled.

“Sniper! Retreat!”

The men immediately stopped chasing.

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Some of them fired their guns toward Caroline’s position.

But she was higher up, and most of those guys had never even touched a gun before the apocalypse. Their aim was lousy.

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