Chapter 472 Complete Annihilation
"Leave no survivors!" Michael's cold voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying an undeniable authority.
The pirates had lost all sense of reason. In their desperate situation, they were making a final, frantic stand. Each one fought like a cornered animal, driven by the most primal survival instincts.
In just fifteen minutes, the battle was decided. The ground was covered with pirate corpses, blood spreading and staining the area around the villa. The air was heavy with the smell of gunpowder and blood, creating a grim scene.
Michael swiftly moved through the devastated battlefield, his eyes, locked onto Emma and George's position through the smoke.
George was weakly holding Emma in his arms, covered in blood, his face deathly pale. His consciousness was fading, but he still instinctively used his last bit of strength to protect her.
"Let her go." Michael's voice was icy, filled with suppressed anger, each word sharp and direct.
George struggled to lift his head, his eyes still showing his unwillingness to let go of Emma and his fierce protective instinct. He shook his head slightly, his arms still tightly wrapped around Emma, as if letting go would make her vanish from the world. This near-mad obsession made Michael even more impatient.
A flash of ruthlessness crossed Michael's eyes. He knew that only a forceful approach could break this deadlock. Gentle persuasion was meaningless at this moment.
"Then I'm sorry." He said coldly, his voice terrifyingly calm. He then delivered a precise punch to George's temple. George instantly lost consciousness, his body collapsing like a rag doll, completely powerless to resist.
Michael quickly took Emma from George's arms. He held her with the utmost gentleness, displaying great care and tenderness. His movements were careful, afraid that even the slightest force might hurt her.
"Take George back, make sure he doesn't die." He ordered his assistant coldly, his tone dripping with disdain.
He couldn't muster any pity for George.
But now wasn't the right time for George to die. He couldn't die, but Michael didn't want him to live well either. So, as long as he stayed alive, that was enough.
Michael looked down at the pale Emma in his arms, his eyes filled with pain and endless regret. "I'm sorry, Emma. I'm late."
He carefully carried Emma away from the devastated villa, walking slowly towards the nearby beach. Here, away from the battle's scars, the waves gently lapped at the shore, as if trying to soothe the wounded land. Michael stopped near a relatively flat rock, gently placing Emma on the clean surface, using his jacket to shield her from the sun and sea breeze.
He meticulously checked Emma's injuries, his long fingers gently feeling her pulse, his brow furrowed in concern. Once he confirmed she wasn't in immediate danger, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
At that moment, a small figure suddenly darted out from the ship. Lucas jumped down like a whirlwind, his eyes immediately locking onto Emma in Michael's arms, her fragile body seeming ready to disappear at any moment.
"Mom!" Lucas cried out, his voice trembling with fear and worry. Tears welled up in his eyes, glistening in the sunlight. Emma's pale face and weak appearance made Lucas's heart ache.
He rushed over, but as he glanced at Michael's stern face, he noticed the hidden hostility and wariness in Michael's eyes.
It was a look that assessed him as an enemy, cold and sharp.
"Where's my dad?" Lucas tried to stay calm, his voice carrying a forced steadiness.
His eyes scanned the ravaged battlefield until he finally saw George being carefully carried by the Stuart family's bodyguards. George looked horrifying: covered in blood, riddled with wounds, like a warrior who had crawled back from hell.
Lucas noticed the undisguised disgust and hostility in Michael's eyes as he looked at George. Alarm bells rang in his mind. His years of growing up had made him more sensitive and intelligent than his peers, and he began to ponder, 'Why does Michael harbor such animosity towards Dad?'
"Dad!"
In that moment, Lucas experienced a profound transformation. He suddenly realized that his family's safety was more important than anything in the world. He needed to become stronger, stronger than Michael, to truly protect George and Emma, especially after sensing the potential threat Michael posed.
He wiped away his tears forcefully, his gaze filled with intense determination.
At that moment, the six-year-old Lucas seemed to grow up significantly, a mature light shining on his young face. From today on, he had to learn to become someone who could truly protect his family.
Michael glanced coldly at Lucas, as if assessing an unknown threat. He gently stroked Emma's hair, his eyes burning with intensity as he looked at her, but he spoke to Lucas, "Your dad, you take care of him."
Lucas nodded slightly, but a sharp, thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. He understood that there might be some hidden struggle between George and Michael.
Although they shared the same last name, Russell, and the same blood ran through their veins, he knew deep down that the rift between them was too deep, and they would never be a true family.
Emma's injuries didn't seem severe on the surface, but she remained unconscious, urgently needing professional medical attention.
Michael frowned, his heart filled with anxiety. He immediately called for a medical helicopter, hoping to get Emma to a safe and well-equipped place for treatment as quickly as possible.
Soon, the roar of the helicopter's engine grew closer, and with the strong wind from the rotors, it slowly descended onto the chaotic beach. As the helicopter arrived, the rescue team quickly and orderly gathered around, preparing to carefully lift Emma into the cabin. However, the awkward and tricky situation was that the helicopter could only take one patient.
Michael had already made up his mind. Without hesitation, he chose to take Emma. In his view, saving Emma was the absolute priority; George's life or death didn't matter to him.
"Get Emma on board!" Michael commanded with swift authority, his voice urgent and commanding.
Lucas stood nearby, his eyes wide open. "What about my dad?"
"Wait for the next one." Michael replied coldly.
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