My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy
Chapter 677 The Attack (2)

It was just that her body was covered in bruises and blood from the splashing stones.

Even though it was painful, she still forced herself to endure it.

The explosion made it impossible to see the target clearly.

This left her with absolutely no way to aim at her opponent.

But even so, she still had no intention of giving up. Based on the sound made by the aircraft overhead, she identified its general location and fired directly.

The bodyguard beside her did likewise.

"Boom. boom. boom." A few shots in quick succession.

Many of the bullets they fired just hit the fuselage of the helicopter.

Only two or three hit the inside of the helicopter.

One hit a man inside the cabin who had dropped a bomb.

And the other two hit the white shirt man's shoulder.

The blood spread and the excruciating pain tortured him, leaving him with no way to power up again.

He used all his strength to raise the plane again, cursing and turning around to leave the scene.

As the plane fled, the roaring sound in the air got further and further away from the ground.

Eventually, it simply disappeared.

Based on the sound, Jocelyn could conclude that the plane was gone.

Only then did she let out a long sigh of relief.

She reckoned that the reason the plane had evacuated so should be because she, along with the two bodyguards, had injured the people on the plane badly, and thinking about it, she felt relieved. At this moment, Sean, behind her, was still shivering.

His hands had been clutching the back of Jocelyn's shirt, as if treating Jocelyn as a life-saving straw.

Looking at Jocelyn protecting him like a god of war, Sean worshipped her even more.

The explosion no longer continued.

All over the world, peace was restored.

Only, the sound of screams, pleas for help and cries, continued.

Jocelyn's gaze swept around.

However, the world was still chaotic, and she could not see anything.

Even if she couldn't see anything, she could still feel, at this moment, the hurt and pain of these people at the scene.

The sound of an ambulance, with a police car, rang out.

At this point, the pain in her eyes eased a lot.

Just at this time, the other ten bodyguards she had brought with her rushed along the edge of the various deep pits.

Every one of them had a gun in their hands.

When they ran up to Jocelyn, they respectfully lowered their heads and spoke in unison, "Sorry, Miss Murphy, we are too late."

Jocelyn, however, shook her head indifferently, "It's okay."

Her face and body were traces of flying stone smashes, her body was covered in blood and pain.

However, she did not cry out a word of pain.

The two bodyguards responsible for sniping next to her also walked to Jocelyn's side asking in the same breath, "Miss Murphy, are you alright?" Jocelyn shook her head, indicating that nothing was wrong.

The gust of wind rose.

The real face of the world, in front of her eyes, gradually became clear.

The ground around her was blown up with countless craters.

And some shops had collapsed because of the bombing.

In front of her eyes, it was like a city that had just gone through a bombing in a war movie.

So many bodies were falling on the road.

Everywhere she looked, there were bright red blood and human limbs.

Every scene, like a knife, staggered her heart.

The number of people who died in this bombing was the same as the number of families destroyed.

At this moment, she hated the killer.

She had confirmed that that helicopter was coming for her.

Last time, the shooting incident at the 70th anniversary celebration of the Griffin Group, until now, no evidence could be found.

However, she could already be completely sure.

Both were made by the same person.

The reason was that the methods used in both cases were too similar.

Last time, it was a helicopter, dangling people shooting and bombing wildly.

This time, again, it was a helicopter firing bombs and, again, bombing indiscriminately.

How similar were the brutal methods?

Right now, she couldn't really think of any other suspects other than that master.

If he wanted to kill her, why would he use such tactics?

Why bother, one at a time, to implicate the innocent?

Thinking of all this, Jocelyn only felt a mixture of emotions in her heart, indescribably sad and upset.

All kinds of emotions, wildly intertwined at once, formed a net that trapped her directly, making her unable to move.

One day, if she can find out the identity of this master and find this person, she will definitely cut this person in pieces. Such a person does not deserve to live.

"Honey, don't, don't leave me."

"Baby. my baby."

Without the sound of the explosion, and the roar of the helicopter, those cries around them seemed extra hysterical. The thought that these people, all of them, had suffered all this because of her, Jocelyn was bursting with guilt inside.

She really felt that she was going crazy. What had she done to offend this so-called master to make him use such cruel methods? What kind of person was this person, and why was he so cruel, without mercy, to implicate other people?

What is human life in this man's eyes?

Why was it so easy for him to kill a person, as if he were killing a chicken?

"Demon." Jocelyn gritted her teeth and chided in a cold voice.

One day, she would definitely bring this demon to justice.

She suddenly thought of Sean.

Jocelyn subconsciously turned around and looked at Sean behind her.

At this moment, Sean's face and body were all covered with small cuts from various stone smashes.

And he has been shivering.

He looked extremely wretched.

"How are you, Sean?" Jocelyn looked at Sean and said with concern.

Sean, however, shook his head, "I am Okay."

Because of the excessive shock, he spoke with a trembling voice.

Seeing this, Jocelyn placed her hands on his shoulders and soothed, "It's alright, it's already over, you shouldn't be scared anymore."

Sean nodded helplessly, then sat down on the ground and let out a long breath.