Chapter 389 A Desperate Struggle
"What's up with you?" Larry asked, keeping his voice steady.
"Cut the crap," Ghostblade barked, shoving Chloe aside and aiming his gun at Larry. "Hand it over, Larry, and I'll make it quick. Otherwise, you'll be begging for death."
Larry didn't even blink with the gun in his face. If he were the kind to scare easily, he wouldn't have lasted this long.
"You're not gonna kill me. If you do, you'll have a hell of a time explaining it," Larry replied, cool as a cucumber.
He locked eyes with Ghostblade. "Alistair sent you, didn't he? Even though I'm out of the game, he still doesn't trust me. But does he even know what I'm after?"
"Not gonna hand it over?"
Ghostblade's face twisted with anger, and he turned to shoot Chloe.
Chloe screamed as the bullet tore into her leg, her cries bouncing off the cave walls.
Larry's eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead, his face contorted with fury.
"Mad now?" Ghostblade chuckled, a sinister edge to his voice. "If you want her to avoid more pain, just spill the beans. I promise I won't torture you or Chloe. I'll make it quick for both of you."
"You gonna talk?"
Another shot rang out, and Chloe crumpled, sobbing.
Larry took a deep breath, swallowing his rage, and said slowly, "Alright, I'll give it to you."
He stood up slowly.
As he rose, the twenty or so people around him tensed, stepping back a bit, holding their breath.
They knew Larry's reputation.
Even an army of ten thousand couldn't take him down.
Even though Larry was weak and unarmed, they were still scared.
Ghostblade kept his gun trained on Larry.
He was nervous too, sweat trickling down his forehead, his throat dry as he swallowed hard.
Larry pointed to a rock not far away. "It's in that crevice. Go get it yourself."
Ghostblade shone his flashlight and spotted something in the crevice. He motioned to two of his men. "Go, bring it here."
The two men rushed over, retrieved the box Larry had hidden, and handed it to Ghostblade.
Ghostblade gave it a once-over.
The box wasn't big, about the size of a book, but thick, around seven inches.
He tried to open it but couldn't.
"What is this?" he asked.
Larry shrugged and asked, "How should I know?"
He looked worn out.
But he was secretly gathering his strength.
To survive, he had to take everyone out in one go.
But he was weak, and facing battle-hardened mercenaries, he felt outmatched.
If he failed, he'd die.
But if he didn't try, he'd die anyway.
And Chloe had been shot twice. He didn't know where exactly, but every second he delayed increased her chances of dying.
"You messing with me?"
Ghostblade pointed the gun at Larry again, demanding, "Tell me how to open it."
"Like this," Larry said, taking a few steps.
"Don't move..."
Larry stopped, looking at Ghostblade, playing the part of the weakling. "If I don't move, how can I open it for you?"
Ghostblade tossed the box on the ground, stepping back a few paces, and pointed. "Open it."
Larry hadn't expected Ghostblade to be so cautious.
He crouched down, eyeing the box.
There were small stones scattered on the ground.
This was his only shot.
He knew they wouldn't fire until the box was opened.
This was his gamble.
If he lost, he'd die right here.
He pretended to pick up the box, and as he did, he quietly grabbed a few stones.
He slowly stood up.
Looking at Ghostblade six feet away, he gave a faint smile. "This is how you open it. Watch closely."
Ghostblade's eyes were glued to the box in Larry's hands.
Everyone else was watching too.
In that moment, the box slipped from Larry's hands, falling to the ground.
He exclaimed, feigning weakness. "I'm too weak to hold it. Someone help me."
Ghostblade ordered, "You, go."
One of his men stepped forward, picking up the box.
In that instant, Larry flicked his wrist.
The stones flew out.
At the same time, he lunged, grabbing the mercenary's head and twisting it sharply.
Crack!
The sound echoed.
The man dropped dead instantly.
Larry quickly seized his weapon.
Rolling away, he fired.
This all happened in a flash.
Ghostblade and his men were so focused on the box, they didn't notice Larry's other actions until it was too late.
Ghostblade screamed, clutching his head, shouting, "Kill him!"
Gunfire erupted in the cave.
But it was Larry who was shooting.
He killed, seized weapons, dodged, and rolled, firing rapidly at the group.
The twenty or so men didn't even have time to react before they fell.
Afterward, Larry was completely spent.
He was already sick and weak, and this desperate fight drained him.
Now, he had no strength left, not even to check on Chloe's injuries.
He lay on the ground, gasping for air.
With difficulty, he called out, "Chloe, are you okay?"
His voice was so faint, he could barely hear it himself.
"Honey, it hurts..." Chloe's voice came from not far away, filled with tears.
"Don't be scared, I'm here..."
Larry crawled toward her.
It was only ten feet, but it took him a long time.
Finally, he reached Chloe.
He took her hand.
Larry felt dizzy, the world spinning around him.
"Am I dying?"
He struggled to keep his eyes open, staring at the dark cave walls.
"Chloe, I'm sorry, I owe you..." Larry felt he couldn't hold on any longer.
He felt like he could die at any moment.
"I can't go on. I don't know how much longer I have. I dragged you into this. If you make it out, forget about me... live well..."
Before he could finish, he passed out.
The fight had drained all his energy.
"Larry, Larry..." Chloe's voice echoed in the darkness.
But no matter how she called, there was no answer.
She felt the hand holding hers grow limp.
"Sobbing, Larry, don't leave me..."
In the darkness, her cries filled the air.
Chloe wept bitterly, struggling to sit up, holding Larry tightly, sobbing, "Don't be afraid, I'll get you out of here. I'll get you out."
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