The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Upon hearing those words, several people began to tremble.

“Massacre?”

Rey’s chubby face was filled with shock. Such an ancient term-how could such a heartless atrocity like a massacre still happen in modern times?This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Who is ‘he’?” Carrie asked, confused.

“Call the police!” Paige commanded, watching the tourists at the gate fall one by one.

River Town was a small, enclosed city with a limited population and even fewer police officers. Help would have to come from other areas.

Bobby quickly reached for his phone.

Nick, staring at River Town, suddenly remembered something and urgently reported, “Paige, there’s something I haven’t had a chance to tell you. We found that many roads around here have been dug up. Cars can’t get through, and even the nearest police would take a long time to arrive.”

In other words… River Town was now completely cut off and defenseless.

Paige clenched her fists.

The sound of gunfire grew more frequent, and the screams more agonizing. An old man, standing outside the city, slapped his thigh in frustration and cried out, “My grandson! My grandson!”

Mira covered her mouth, her eyes red with tears.

Enrico kept his gaze fixed on the distance, his handsome face showing little emotion. Born cold-blooded, he saw Emery’s madness as having nothing to do with him. He glanced at Paige beside him. Her face was pale, her pupils dilating in horror. Clearly, she was different from him.

He wanted to tell her this had nothing to do with her, that risking her life for the people of Peak Club was already enough. Risking it for these strangers wasn’t worth it, but he knew she wouldn’t listen.

So, he kept quiet.

“Paige?” Bobby asked, his voice trembling with excitement. He didn’t need to say it for everyone to understand what he was asking.

“Paige?” All eyes turned to her, filled with urgency, waiting for her decision.

Another decision.

She was tired of making decisions, but now there was no time to hesitate.

Standing there, Paige couldn’t meet their eyes. She stared at the blazing fire in River Town, suppressing her emotions as she spoke in a cold, steady voice, “I can’t promise that all of you will make it out alive.”

They were outnumbered, and it had already been a miracle to escape. But now…

Even so, not a single person backed down.

Everyone remained standing, waiting for her command.

Fear clutched Paige’s heart. She was human, after all. She, too, was afraid. Instinctively, she grabbed Enrico’s sleeve, like a child seeking comfort from an adult.

Enrico took her hand.

Staring at the flames engulfing River Town, her eyes reddened by the reflection, Paige bit down on her lip, and amidst the deafening gunfire, she shouted:

“Enter the city! Save the people!”

They had to minimize the casualties before reinforcements could arrive.

“Yes!”

The response was deafening.

Those carrying weapons quickly opened their boxes and distributed guns to everyone.

Carrie, Mira, Rey, and others who weren’t skilled with firearms withdrew to the cars, grabbed medical kits, and hurriedly followed the group.

Well-trained, the team advanced toward River Town.

Amid the flames, people fled for their lives. Smoke filled the air, and the scent of death lingered. Paige and her group moved against the tide.

“Bang!”

Paige wielded a black weapon case, smashing it into a man about to shoot an elderly person. The man fell unconscious instantly. Paige took his gun and handed it to one of her team members, pulling a bamboo wine rack into place to create a corner of safety. She turned to a group of trembling tourists and urged, “Hide here, quickly.”

The tourists, frozen in fear, only moved after repeated urging, shaking as they thanked her. Two of them had been shot.

Paige glanced at Carrie and Mira, who immediately rushed over with their medical kits. “We’ve got this.”

“Organize people to hide indoors. If they won’t open the doors, break them down for me.”

At this point, River Town had more tourists than locals. Without shelter, they were nothing but sitting ducks.

Carrie nodded. “Got it, Paige.”

Paige stood still, gazing ahead.

Flames engulfed River Town, the once pleasant scent of wine replaced by the stench of burning, lively sounds transformed into screams of terror. What had once been a bustling city now resembled a scene straight out of a Western painting of hell.

On the high stone bridge, Emery stood, treating the horrific screams like a symphony. He moved gracefully, one hand holding a demon’s mask, its fanged grin contrasting starkly with his own euphoric smile.

Monster.

Paige clenched her teeth. “Angie, this is the perfect spot for your sniper. Find a position and take him out.”

She hadn’t forgotten her primary mission: to kill the person who had been targeting her. Now was the time to fulfill that objective.

“Yes.”

Angie crouched, grabbing her weapon case and sprinting forward, dodging fire as she searched for high ground.

Paige turned to the man beside her. Enrico’s sharp features were illuminated by the flames. This was the man who had once crossed oceans for her, drank River Town dry for her, and had been ill for three years because of her…

This time, no matter what, she wouldn’t let anything happen to him again.

Looking at him, Paige felt a lump in her throat. Enrico, focused on the bridge, suddenly sensed her gaze. He turned just as she shoved him back-hard.

Caught off guard, Enrico stumbled, crashing into Nick.

Nick, who had been directing the team to save people, froze in place.

“What are you doing?” Enrico straightened, his face dark with fury.

Paige refused to meet his eyes, addressing Nick instead. “Nick, I’m leaving him with you. If he so much as loses a hair, don’t bother coming back to see me.”

Enrico glared at her. Was she really leaving him behind while she went to fight?

“Uh…” Nick was dumbfounded. Him? Protect Enrico? Was Paige kidding?

But Paige wasn’t kidding. Without another word, she turned and ran.

“Paige!”

Enrico realized she was serious, and his voice rang out in anger as he tried to chase after her.

Nick, stunned for a moment, reacted by tackling Enrico to the ground. He twisted Enrico’s arm behind him, using his street-fighting skills.

Enrico, caught off guard, fell awkwardly. Nick, realizing he had overpowered Enrico, muttered in disbelief, “What the-bro-in-law, didn’t you say you went through special training and could take on mercenaries? How did I-”

How did I manage to pin you so easily?

“Get off me!”

That version of him, the one with the skills, had memories. This version didn’t. He didn’t know anything…

Enrico, both furious and embarrassed, wrestled free and made another attempt to follow Paige.

But Nick had Paige’s orders and wouldn’t let go. He tackled Enrico again, realizing that although Enrico lacked technique, his brute strength was overwhelming.