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Chapter 1005: Deadweight

Chapter 1005: Deadweight

[East Wing]

Rounds of gunfire echoed in the air, dust polluting the air as bullets left dents on the concrete walls, and blood splattered everywhere. Primo and Hunter panted for air, hiding behind the counter of the dirty kitchen.

"There’s no end to them." Primo ground his teeth, turning his head to the person between him and Hunter. "Fuck. Did he get hit?"

"I don’t know." Hunter shook his head, eyes on the heavily beaten Joker.

Joker’s state was even worse than when Hunter and Deborah were tortured. He had a few missing toes and fingers. Gashes on his back and legs, his face swollen, he was unrecognizable. If not for the small Joker tattoo behind Joker’s ears, they wouldn’t know if they got the right person.

"Did you think she got her?" Hunter asked, snapping his eyes at Primo.

"I don’t know, but we have to get out of here." Primo peeked over the counter and then glanced at the backdoor of the dirty kitchen. "We’re almost near our rendezvous point."

"Do you trust Ram?"

Primo furrowed his brows as he returned his attention to Hunter. "You’re asking that now to me?"

Hunter’s response was silence. When the three of them (Deborah, Primo, and Deborah) agreed on this mission, Primo’s first step in the plan was to reach Ram. It was almost amazing how Primo was able to corner Ram to negotiate with him. But it happened. It was the only explanation for why they took a few days before they could make a move.

"I know you don’t trust him, considering he betrayed you." Primo took a deep breath before he grabbed Joker’s arm to his shoulder. "It’s not that I trust the man. Even his former colleagues don’t trust him, but right now, we have a common goal."

A glint flickered across Primo’s eyes as he looked at Hunter sternly. "If we managed to save Hera, then he doesn’t have any reason to ally with Dragon. He won’t betray us because betraying us means he’s stupid. His ego wouldn’t allow him to be one."

"Now, cover for me." Primo peeked over the counter once again, hiding when he heard loud and hurried footsteps. "I’ll carry him this time."

Both of them went quiet after their silent agreement. They listened to the footsteps nearby, waiting for the perfect chance to move. They were able to lose the enemy, but staying in this place longer, their enemies would find them in no time.

"Let’s go!" Hunter announced, helping Primo stand up while holding Joker. He pushed Primo lightly, staying on their back to cover for them.

Joker was a deadweight on Primo’s shoulder, holding Joker’s arms across his shoulders. Primo couldn’t exactly say it was a good thing, but because of his prosthetics, he got used to carrying an additional weight every single day. But because of the same reason, carrying a grown man was twice as hard.

However, he couldn’t ask Hunter to do it now. The latter had been carrying Joker since the start of their mission.

A few meters before they reached the back door, Hunter caught a person entering the dirty kitchen. The moment their eyes met, Hunter opened fire to take down the person.

"They are there!"

"Shit!" Primo cursed, channeling a lifetime of strength to drag him and Joker toward the door. Outside awaits their ride. It was the exit Ram gave them to leave the mansion unscathed.

"No One!"

Primo instinctively ducked before a shower of bullets filled the dirty kitchen. Hunter also found a spot to hide, firing back in retaliation.

"Rossi!" Hunter shouted, kicking the table in Primo’s direction to cover the man. "Go!"

Primo clenched his teeth, and he looked back, seeing Hunter jump over the stand he was hiding from. Hunter opened fire as he slid over the other table, kicking it until it flipped and used it as a temporary cover. Their enemies immediately shifted fire to Hunter, following his figure and forcing him to come out behind the table.

Taking advantage of this, Primo clenched his teeth and rose from his position. The veins in his forehead pulsated as he carried the deadweight with him. Firing back, he dragged himself and Joker to the backdoor. Some were able to hit his shoulder, but they only clanged.

Moose gave him an even solid prosthetic. A bullet wouldn’t penetrate it, which explained its weight.

"Come on..." Primo fired back once more, shielding himself and Joker with his metallic arm. Not long after, he reached for the doorknob and pulled it open.

The second he touched the knob, Primo found this reserved energy and adrenaline. He managed to hasten his movements, dragging Joker out of the door and slamming it closed. He then slumped to the ground while bullets riddled the door behind them.

"Ah..." Primo breathed out, looking back at the door that was on the brink of breaking down. "Hunter!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

By the sound of the fierce gunfire, Hunter was still engaging with their enemy. Primo drew another deep breath, looking around. Unlike the chaos inside, the silence outside was the complete opposite. Seeing that no one was around and that a car was parked a few meters away, Primo carried Joker once more.

"Let’s go, you deadweight," he muttered through his gritted teeth. "I’ll come back to him later."

Primo clenched his teeth, carrying Joker with all his might. He didn’t even know how he was able to carry him all the way from the door to the car, but it didn’t matter to him.

’Only a few steps,’he told himself, feeling this rush as success was within reach. ’Hang on. We’re almost there...’

When Primo was a step from the side of the car, he reached for the backseat and opened it. He hastily shoved Joker inside, pushing the man with both his hands. However, when Primo straightened his back, something cold pressed on the back of his head. Following that was the sound of a pistol being carefully cocked.

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