Chapter 372

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Muzzle flashes lit up the dark, a constant hail of bullets pinning down Rosemary Miller’s men. Her mercenaries ducked and fired back, using the plane’s fuselage for cover. Not far off, several agile figures hunkered behind armored SUVs, unloading fire with brutal precision. Their teamwork was tight; they meant business. In seconds, the private jet, worth more than a fortune, was riddled with holes. Even the tough off-road vehicles looked like they’d been through a shredder, sparks flying as bullets tore through metal. "Aaaah—my hand! My hand!" Jonathan Godfrey howled like a wounded animal, clutching his bleeding hand and rolling on the ground in agony. Rosemary didn’t even spare him a glance. Her eyes were locked on the scattered jewels and diamonds glittering across the ground. In the middle of that chaos, a few black USB drives stuck out like a sore thumb. That’s it. Taking advantage of the brief pause in gunfire, she launched herself forward, scooping up the driv