###Chapter 486 Bloody Means - Part 7
It seems that with her as a bargaining chip, Kenneth calmed down a lot, looking at Jordan Astley with a sneer, "Jordan, your people are not all here, are they?" Don't you want the old base?"
Jordan's face darkened, and his voice was low. "Let her go."
As he spoke, she took out his weapon around his waist and pointed at them.
She looked at him and breathed a sigh of relief. She knew nothing about it from beginning to end.
She thinks Kenneth asked about her identity before, so will deliberately bring her.
He held her in his arms and was about to push him out of the door. She was worried when she saw the sweat on Brad's forehead.
Therefore, today's game was specially set up by Jordan for Kenneth, but he didn't expect her to show up.
Kenneth suddenly tried hard and grabbed her by the neck, and a sound came from his headphones.
It's Louis Mark's voice. " Kenneth, the explosives have been buried, waiting to be picked up."
Kenneth did not open his mouth, just dragged her back. He looking at Jordan's cold face full of sarcasm, "Jordan, you will lose to me again."
With that, she was suddenly dragged out of the door. Ivelle suddenly shouted, "Jordan, they are going to blow up here, leave me alone."
The man had been thrown into the car by Kenneth, and there was a barrage of gunshots. She could hardly tell what was going on.
It was stopped by the front and rear cars' tackle and got stuck in the same place.
Then came the sound of gunshots and echoes. Kenneth tugged at her and pushed her in front.
People with weapons become hesitant.
There was a sneer in her ear, a voice of disdain from Kenneth, "It seems that you are worth more than you thought!"
Her brain was buzzing at the sound of gunshots, and she was crashing and shouting, "You're overthinking!"
Ivelle's neck was wrapped around him. She was forced to get out of the car. He shouted at Jordan, who chased him out, "Stop if you don't want her to die!"
Then she suddenly ate pain, and his arm seemed to be pierced by a huge steel pipe. She cried out in pain, "Ah!"
Jordan's heart-wrenching voice came, "Stop it all!"
For a while, the originally noisy environment became very quiet.
The blood was dripping. Half of her hand was numb, and she only felt the pain engulf her.
She was in a cold sweat. She found that my arm had been dyed red when she looked down.
In the face of death, fear, and torture.
She looked up to Jordan. His handsome eyes have been infected with frost. He looked at her. His eyes show her indescribable heartache and fear.
She seems to know that his breakability is like this for the first time.
"Jordan, let me go, or I'll take her and bury her with me!" Kenneth pointed the cold head at Ivelle. His voice was cruel and terrible.
Jordan squinted with frosty eyes, and his voice was low and cold. "Let her go, and I can keep you alive!"
"Oh!" Kenneth's sneered, "Do you think I will believe you?"
Jordan seemed to be trying to hold back his anger. If he could kill Kenneth at this time, he wanted to tear him apart.
But he restrained himself and was silent for a moment. Jordan said, "Let her go. I'll be your hostage."
"No!" Ivelle opened her mouth, and her voice was a little hoarse.
There was some arrogant laughter from Kenneth. "Jordan, I thought you were so capable, but that's all. It seems that this is what you call heroes and beauties in Spain ."
Jordan squinted slightly and approached in their direction.
There was a shrill sound.
Kenneth was furious. "Jordan, don't move if you don't want her to die. Her life is much better than yours. I won't change it. You'd better let us leave quickly. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that she will bleed to death."
Jordan stood in the same place. His eyes fell on her numb arm, and a pool of bright red blood was dripping on the ground, looking particularly dazzling.
He folded his lips, hardly thought much, and said, "Let them go!"
Brad, who was ready to catch them all, froze, looked miraculously at Jordan, and said in surprise, "Sir, this is our only chance."
"Let them go!" Jordan opened his mouth again, and his eyes fell on me, with deep pain and pain that she could not describe.
Kenneth strangled her to death and walked cautiously on the other road he received.
Watching Jordan snatches away, he laughed more and more crazily.
She was thrown into the car by him, picked up by Michael Broom, and drove away quickly.
Kenneth squinted, focused on me, smiled, and went wild. "Ivelle, you have helped us a lot!"
She pursed her lips and glared at him. She lost so much blood on her arm that it made her a little dizzy.
He smiled and looked at the driver, Michael. "Go to the leeches!"
Danway, who was going to say something else, seemed to notice the blood on her arm. He frowned slightly, nodded, and did not speak.
"People are still following us!" Michael looked into the rear-view mirror and opened his mouth.
"Lose them!" Kenneth opened his mouth. His eyes looked at Ivelle. He suddenly raised his lips and sneered, "Since Jordan likes to chase so much, let him continue to follow, around the city, after all, it's just a life."
This is directed at her after all, the blood on her hand is still dripping.
She lost a lot of blood and was a little dizzy. She ultimately lost her strength in the car, and her brain was in a state of lack of oxygen.
Michael turned around a few times, looked back at her, and frowned. "Sir, I'm afraid she's going to die!"
Kenneth, who had closed his eyes, opened his eyes and said indifferently, "Does he continues to follow?"
Michael looked over and shook his head slightly. "It doesn't seem to follow!"
Kenneth sneered, "Boring, go to the leeches!"
Michael changed the route and did not return to the villa, but another very secret house.
She passed out in the car.
When she woke up again, she was surrounded by white quilts and a unique environment.
The pain in her arm seems to be spreading. She wants to move, but she can't use her strength at all.
After several attempts, she gave up after a cold sweat in pain.
Her throat is a little dry, which seems to be because she hasn't been drinking water for a long time.
Ivelle caught a glimpse of the water cup on the table. She moved and tried to get it, but to no purpose.
A slender, jointed hand suddenly grasped the cup. She froze and subconsciously looked down on the past.
When she came across that cold face, she was stunned for a moment and said, " William Preston!" Her throat is ferocious, and she has a sore throat when she spits out two words.