My Dreamy Old Husband

Frantically, Stanley went through the dead bodies spread out all over the floor. Seeing the bullet shells scattered around, he tried his best to suppress his urge to throw up while he tried to find someone who was still alive.

From the broken parts of the bodies, he found the emblem of the Mitchells on them and he reckoned that the people who were dead were all from the Mitchells.

Men from the Mitchells! Stanley began flipping through the dead bodies like a mad man and from the dismembered parts, he finally found one which was complete and covered in blood. When he saw that person, he felt that the sky had collapsed and was speechless for a long while from the shock.

Still dressed in the white shirt from earlier when they parted ways, Sean’s shirt was now drenched red, just as his face, and his eyes were shut tightly as he lay among the pile of dead bodies, not moving an inch.

Frowning, Abel stepped into the sea of dismembered bodies, finding this scene to be highly familiar. Six years ago, his team of well-equipped elites were ready to attack with a comprehensive plan to capture the Phantom Wolf and get rid of the remaining forces.

Initially, they thought that they could crush them with one blow; little did they know that what awaited them was a massacre.

The craftiness and brutality of the other party was beyond their imagination. With his own eyes, he witnessed his comrades falling one after another. People who were alive just a second ago became lifeless on the ground in a blink of an eye, including his beloved wife.

Although he didn’t know if the people on the ground were Natasha’s or Sean’s, Abel knew that they were all from the Mitchells.

They faced their savage enemy without even thinking of surrendering, using their bodies as shields in what looked like an attempt to protect someone. As he walked in the blood-soaked mud, he was fully aware that he was stepping on the blood of his family with every step he took.

Despite the fact that he had left the Mitchells by faking his death, it was undeniable that the blood of the Mitchells still flowed in his veins. In that moment, he could feel the blood in him boiling as he saw red, a brutal look in his eyes. Reaching the middle of the bodies, he saw who the men were protecting—Sean and Natasha.

Stanley could now speak as Abel lowered himself to feel Sean’s pulse. Then, he patted Stanley on the shoulder and assured, “It’s alright, he’s still alive. Send him

to carry Sean out so they could

regained consciousness after some rescue efforts. On the other hand, Natasha seemed to

the men he brought with him were dead, even Natasha’s men had lost their lives. Furthermore,

little more than ten minutes ago, they were all alive and kicking. In order to protect himself and Natasha, they had used their bodies as shields to block the enemy’s bullets so that they

immense sorrow, two streams of tears flowing from the corners of his eyes. When he opened his eyes

prettier than a woman’s, was filled with unprecedented heroism and resoluteness. “Stan, I’m sorry that I

this! It’s already a miracle that you’re alive!”

some men with me to negotiate with Natasha, so that she would release Sophia if I brought her the amulet. Originally, she had agreed that she wouldn’t hurt Sophia as

even wanted to kill all of us after taking Sophia away… Stan, I saw that man. He was the same man in Uncle

hurried down to the basement and saw that Michael was already there. Upon rushing out of the car, Michael had gone straight for the basement where Sophia was

had used machine guns and the bullet shells piled up like little mountains on the

with such strong weapons, they could easily turn everyone into mincemeat! As he stepped on the floor littered with bullet shells, blood and shredded flesh,

reminded him of a scene

his sister, Celine, within a pile of bodies. He

that they would actually use firearms with such shocking strength against these few people; even the walls in the basement were pierced

find Sophia’s clothing and he breathed a sigh of relief. At