Senator Hughes was lying on the ground grunting in pain, his body kept curling up and shaking.
He picked up the knife on the ground and began to cut the rope that Nina was tied to.
"Leave me alone." Nina's voice was slightly hoarse, "Don't save me, you have to go, there are far more than just these people, they will be coming from the warehouse soon when they hear the gunshots."
Chris frowned, "I'm not going to let you die."
The rope is very thick, the knife is not sharp enough, he wasted some effort to cut the rope around her ankle.
Next was the wrist, he tried to untie it and continued to cut with a knife.
"Please, don't save me." Nina bit her lip, her voice trembling, she didn't want to live, she never thought she'd walk out of here alive today, it was all worth it to her to bring Senator Hughes to justice.
Like her, with dirty blood in her body, she is not willing to live in the world.
"Shut up."
Chris fought her off.
As he spoke, he had already cut the rope around her wrist.
By this time, the supporting black-clad men had arrived.
They rushed over, aimed at Chris and fired directly.
Chris was keenly aware of this, and he hugged Nina and darted behind the boulder.
Listening to the footsteps, he judged that there were about a dozen people coming, and his gun could only carry six rounds of ammunition.
He was behind the boulder and reloaded the bullet.
"You crawl over the back of the reef and leave me alone. Taking me with you is a liability for you. Please, just go. There are too many of them for you to handle alone." Nina pleaded again. She had never in her life volunteered so much as a word to a man.
Chris frowned, not bothering to pay attention to her.
Solely clasp her wrist directly, side leap, take her together to hide in the reef of the sea.
Bending over, along the reef, he led her a little climbing around.
After fending off two more men in black, Chris pulled Nina behind the rocks and hid.
It was too dark, and while listening to the commotion outside, he asked, "Why didn't you let me save you?"
Nina froze.
"You should have just heard that my father is Senator Hughes . He's a scumbag, and I'm actually this kind of scumbag ..."
She didn't say any more.
The sound of gritted teeth and trembling voice already says it all.
Chris leaned in slightly and hit a black man again. The magazine was empty, and as he reloaded, he said back, "Is that what the God you believe in, teaches you? One cannot choose one's origin, but one can choose one's future."
He paused and gave her a deep look.
"Well done."
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