Chapter 171

Allison didn't just move; she stepped directly onto the corpse's wrist. "Weren't you just looking for me?" she asked, now holding a freshly acquired silver handgun. With a flick of her foot, she kicked the lifeless body of the red-haired man aside. Everything had happened in under two minutes. The man whose neck she had snapped was already sinking into the cold seawater.

Allison raised the gun, her expression unreadable. "What's the matter? Why are you backing away now?" The men were frozen, shocked by what they had just witnessed. Under the pale moonlight, Allison moved with the deadly precision of a trained assassin. One of them reached for his gun, attempting discretion, but Allison's voice cut through the silence.

"Don't do it," she said calmly. "Your hand is wandering where it shouldn't be. Do you want to be the next to die?" Her tone was steady, almost casual, yet sent a cold shiver down his spine.

Nicholas Garza, a freckled man, sneered, his expression twisting into something vicious. "Don't let her fool you!" he spat, his eyes gleaming with malice. "That gun's only got one bullet left." His gaze lingered indecently on Allison's face. "You messed with the wrong people, lady. No matter how good a shot you are, you can only kill one of us. After that, we'll make sure you regret it."

Hearing this, the others regained their nerve, their fear quickly replaced by wicked grins. "Nicholas is right. She's only got one shot! Yeah, she's just a woman! There's no way she can take all of us down. I'm sure she's stalling!" Allison weighed the gun in her hand. They weren't wrong; there was only one bullet left.

"Fighting really doesn't suit someone like you," Nicholas chuckled, licking his lips as his eyes devoured her. "Surrender now, and I'll be gentle. Unlike the others, I won't be rough with you." His voice darkened, his eyes flashing with depravity. "But if you resist… well, death's a guarantee." The way his gaze crawled over her made his intentions brutally clear. They had the numbers, and they knew it. Capturing her would please their boss and earn them a hefty reward; her undeniable beauty was an added bonus.

For a moment, Allison appeared to waver, frustration and regret flickering across her face. She bit her lip, then sighed, seemingly defeated. "If I surrender… you won't kill me?"

Nicholas, towering over her, smirked. "Of course. I keep my word." He could barely contain his lust. The idea of breaking such a capable woman, forcing her submission, was intoxicating. "Drop the gun," he ordered, his voice thick with anticipation.

Allison lowered herself, slowly placing the gun on the ground. Her movements were deliberate, her expression one of reluctant surrender. Nicholas watched, his eyes hungry, as she stood before him, hands raised in submission. Her shirt shifted, revealing a sliver of her waist. Nicholas's gaze sharpened, like a predator preparing to pounce.

"Come here," he ordered, pointing the gun at her head.

Allison smiled softly, a compliant look in her eyes. "See? My hands are empty. Why don't you tie me up yourself? You did say you wouldn't hurt me."

Nicholas hesitated, momentarily captivated by her beauty. The thought of her willingly surrendering made him dizzy with desire. "Fine," he said, stepping closer. "I'll take you in myself." But his wariness hadn't completely faded. He turned to his men. "Watch the perimeter. Keep your guns trained on her. If she tries anything, shoot her."

"Yes, sir," they replied in unison, raising their weapons. It was both a command and a warning—one that wasn't lost on Allison.

Nicholas grinned wickedly as he approached, ready to bind her wrists. But the moment he reached out, everything shifted in a flash. Allison moved like lightning, her slender fingers clamping down on his shoulder. In the same instant, her knee shot up with brutal force, smashing into his ribs. Crack. Nicholas's bones splintered, puncturing his lungs. Blood sprayed from his mouth, his eyes wide with shock. Before he could react, Allison had disarmed him, the gun now in her possession, her body perfectly positioned behind his.

"Kill her! Now!" one of the men shouted in a panic, fumbling with his weapon.