The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 153: Can’t I Afford to Provoke?_1

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Can’t I Afford to Provoke?_1

"You guys tell us yourselves, if you don’t want to talk, the night is long, and I’ve got plenty of time to persuade you."

The lead man was slinging his left arm and bowing at the waist with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. The power behind Carson Flores’s sweeping leg kick just now was incredibly strong. If he weren’t a Cultivator, that kick probably would have finished him off.

These words were initially his, but now coming from Carson Flores’s mouth, they seemed supremely ironic.

A few minutes ago, they were the hunters, and Carson Flores was the prey. Now, Carson Flores was the butcher, and they were the lambs awaiting slaughter.

Five men, in the blink of an eye, two were dead, one with a crushed throat, one shot in the face at close range, two critically injured, one knocked unconscious by a punch from Carson Flores, with severe concussion, one with a broken arm and severe internal injuries, but the youngest Disciple who had acted last and stood furthest away had ironically become the only lucky one.

Although the lead man was critically injured, his eyes were still fierce, "Since you know I’m from the Browning Family, then you should know the consequences of offending the Browning Family. It’s more than you can handle!"

Carson Flores chuckled, "Because you’re from the Browning Family, I have to endure it, even if you’re attacking me. Even now, when I have the upper hand and you are my prisoner, I can’t do anything to you. Is that what you’re saying?"

Looking at Carson Flores’s smile, the lead man felt an inexplicable sinking feeling in his heart, "My name is Cannon Browning, my father is Parker Browning, seventh in rank in the Browning Family. I admit I failed to see the great man before me today, and got in your way. Let me go, and I’ll act as if you never hurt me today. But if you kill me, you won’t escape death either."

Carson Flores spoke indifferently, "As a disciple of a cultivator family, you really do have a lot of confidence. You’re about to lose your life, yet you can still threaten people so full of vigor."

Cannon Browning said coldly, "I’m only stating the facts. You indeed fight well, but the Browning Family is not something you can afford to provoke."

"Is that so?"

Carson Flores smiled faintly, the muzzle of his gun suddenly lowered to aim at Cannon Browning’s knee, and he pulled the trigger.

"Boom!"

Cannon Browning let out a piercing scream, falling to the ground, rolling around in agony.

The close-range shot had shattered Cannon Browning’s knee. Even if it didn’t kill him, it had crippled him.

Carson Flores blew the smoke away from the barrel of the gun, turned his head, and looked at the knife-wielder whose face was as pale as paper, "What about you? Are you also not planning to talk?"

The knife-wielder, shivering under Carson Flores’s gaze, nearly wet his pants from fear and blurted out like spilling beans, "I hang out with Brother City. Today, Brother Sincere called us, and we just went out to take care of business. I’m not clear on the specifics. I’m just a little brother..."

Carson Flores asked coldly, "How did you follow my car, who contacted you?"

The knife-wielder dared not hide anything, "I heard Brother Sincere on the phone, he called the person Uncle Boston, it should be Boston Browning."

Carson Flores asked, "Was Santino Vasquez involved?"

The knife-wielder looked bewildered, "Who is Santino Vasquez? I don’t know him. From start to finish, Brother Sincere just called Uncle Boston. We drove to the hotel entrance to wait, after you came out, Uncle Boston pointed out the target, and then we followed your car..."

Carson Flores raised an eyebrow, Boston Browning had been confirmed as the mastermind behind today’s operation; whether Santino Vasquez was involved, that remained unconfirmed for now.

Carson Flores wasn’t in a hurry. Once Boston Browning was caught, all the answers would come to light.

The Cannon Browning in front of him, although he was from the Browning Family, seemed more like an executor, a hitman.

Carson Flores didn’t have much more to ask. He casually pulled out the hunting rifle he was holding and smacked it across the face of the knife-wielder, who fell to the ground, cheek instantly swelling and spitting out a mouthful of blood and teeth.

These scumbags had all taken shots at him and Shirley Miller. Even if he didn’t want to kill in front of Shirley Miller, they still had to pay some price.

"Mary, let’s go!"

Carson Flores walked over to Shirley Miller, naturally reached out, and took hold of Shirley Miller’s wrist, pulling her towards the exit.

Shirley Miller’s body stiffened for a moment, but she didn’t resist and let Carson Flores lead her to the doorway.

Carson Flores retrieved the bags and cell phones at the entrance, glanced back at Cannon Browning who was screaming on the ground, then left.

Cannon Browning had taken action against him and Shirley Miller, something the Browning Family was well aware of. So even if he killed all these men, it wouldn’t silence them. Given that, it was better to simply spare their lives to avoid frightening Shirley Miller; after all, not every woman is like Samantha Tate, with nerves and courage that thick.

Since Cannon Browning was already crippled, that counted as punishment.

Once in the car, as they drove away from the house, Shirley Miller asked with concern, "Those two people are dead, right? Will there be trouble?"

Carson Flores reassured her, "I was acting in self-defense, what trouble could there be? Besides, they’re kidnappers. Do you think they’d dare call the police themselves?"

Shirley Miller looked hesitant, then bit her lip, "But the Browning Family is very powerful, they will surely seek revenge on you. Maybe, I should sell my company shares, and we can leave Polgel..."