Chapter 297 The Assassin

The assassin dodged to the side, and the shot missed, hitting a velvet pillow instead. Feathers flew out instantly. Ancarrot knew he couldn’t stay in bed any longer. He clutched his chest and got out of bed, trying to use the intercom for help, but there was no response. “Don’t bother. I’ve already cut all the lines,” the assassin said. Ancarrot said, “Isamia, hold her off while I go get help.” Isamia didn’t reply but grabbed the blanket from the bed and shouted, “Come on, let’s see if your aim is better than my blanket skills!” The assassin didn’t want to get tangled up with Isamia. Her target was Ancarrot. “Get out of my way, or I’ll shoot you!” Isamia kept swinging the blanket, making it hard for the assassin to aim. Ancarrot had moved to the door, but when he tried to open it, he realized the lock was broken. The assassin must have broken it to trap them inside. “Damn it!” Ancarrot tried to pull the handle, but the pain from his chest wound made him too weak. After last ni