Chapter 479 Stupidity
The yacht had already set sail after Alexander boarded.
He knew they wouldn't remain docked in the harbor.
When Miguel suggested playing a game, Alexander's brow furrowed slightly, though his expression remained impassive.
Alexander's eyes held an icy coldness as he stared at Miguel. "Speak," he commanded.
Miguel chuckled mischievously. "I've heard you're an excellent marksman. Let's play a blindfolded shooting game."
Victoria glanced at him as he continued, "Since we're on a yacht without proper targets, Mrs. Howard will have to serve as our assistant."
Victoria remained silent.
Miguel turned to her with feigned sincerity. "Mrs. Howard, what do you think?"
She didn't answer him, looking instead toward Alexander.
Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she said simply, "I trust you."
Miguel watched their exchange, clapped his hands together with exaggerated amazement. "Well, let the game begin."
On the monitoring screen, Alexander and Victoria stood at opposite ends of the yacht's deck.
Griffin lounged in his chair, casually swirling a glass of wine while watching the large display intently.
Alexander stood blindfolded, holding a pistol pointed in Victoria's direction.
Marcus observed nervously from the side. He didn't doubt Alexander's marksmanship, but still...
Yet Victoria appeared completely calm, showing no signs of fear or anxiety.
"Mr. Howard," Miguel explained with a sly grin, "your gun has five bullets. If you hit all the pears above Mrs. Howard's head, you win."
His smile concealed darker intentions.
Suddenly, the previously steady yacht began to rock violently, as if under attack.
The couple immediately sensed this was deliberate.
Marcus's fears were confirmed. He knew it wouldn't be that simple.
They were using the yacht's erratic movements to sabotage Alexander's aim. Even with exceptional skill, the sudden motions could alter a bullet's trajectory, potentially injuring Victoria.
"The sea's a bit rough today," Miguel remarked with mock concern. "Mr. Howard, why haven't you fired? There's a time limit, you know. If you run out of time, I can't be held responsible for what happens."
As soon as he finished speaking, a gunshot pierced the air over the sound of the howling sea wind.
Miguel stood nearby as fragments of the exploded pear splattered across his face.
He applauded with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Excellent shooting, Mr. Howard! To hit the target under these conditions is truly impressive. This challenge must be child's play for someone of your caliber."
The yacht's rocking intensified, its speed increasing dramatically.
Marcus could barely keep his footing on the deck.
The once-calm sea had become turbulent. Waves crashed over the gunwales, converging at the stern into a churning wake that left a gleaming trail in the darkness, rippling outward across the water's surface.
The consecutive gunshots from the upper deck reached Kimberly and Winter, confined in a room below. They grew restless but were blocked by two armed guards at the only exit.
"Wait!"
After Alexander had successfully hit two more targets, Victoria called for a pause.
She turned to Miguel. "Let me switch places with my husband, shall we?"
Miguel hesitated momentarily before agreeing with an amused smile.
As Alexander removed his blindfold, the couple exchanged a meaningful glance.
Victoria donned the blindfold and loaded the gun.
Despite the yacht's continued pitching and rolling, she stood firmly.
She aimed the gun toward Alexander on the opposite side and slowly squeezed the trigger.
Five rapid shots echoed across the deck in quick succession.
Then came the sounds of bodies hitting the deck and groans of pain.
Miguel stood dumbfounded. Victoria had fired with astonishing speed, taking only seconds.
Even blindfolded, every shot had found its mark.
Five men lay on the deck; he was the sixth.
As he reached for the gun in his jacket, Victoria, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, tore off her blindfold, spun around, and delivered a powerful kick to his chest, sending his weapon flying.
Miguel was thrown backward, crashing onto the deck.
Victoria moved swiftly, leaping forward to deliver another kick before firmly planting her foot on his chest, looking down at him with cold superiority.
Miguel couldn't process what had happened in less than a minute.
Had he underestimated her so severely?
Ronnie, witnessing this dramatic reversal, laughed mercilessly.
Unable to stand steady due to the yacht's speed, he sat slumped on the deck, his laughter laced with mockery. "Miguel, you thought you were setting a trap for her, but she trapped you instead."
"How foolish. Did you really think she would be so easy to capture? That she would meekly follow your men? You should have used your brain," he continued.
Ronnie's scathing words pierced Miguel's ears.
Fighting through the searing pain in his chest, Miguel stared up at Victoria in shock. Her kicks had been as powerful as those of his trained men.
"You played me?" he snarled, tasting iron as blood filled his mouth, his words dripping with rage and disbelief.
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