Chapter 787 Prisoner
Upon hearing Hera’s desperate voice, Cindy’s expression turned solemn. "Please leave it to me, Young Miss," she replied firmly, then immediately signaled the pilot to turn around and head straight to the pickup zone.
Back in the forest, while other combatants were still dealing with the aftermath—burying the dead and erasing any traces—Hera’s team was racing through the trees. Despite their haste, they moved with extreme care, doing their best not to jostle the injured.
Leo, in particular, required delicate handling; his head injury had caused a concussion, and any sudden movement could reopen his wounds and trigger fatal bleeding.
The rest of Leo’s team wasn’t faring any better. Terry was riddled with gunshot wounds, the bodyguard had also taken heavy damage, and even the man in the lab coat was in critical condition. Not a single one of them had come out unscathed.
They must have protected Leo while on the run—using their own bodies to shield him from the incoming bullets. In the end, they all took the damage. Now, their breathing was shallow, their vitals dangerously weak, as if they were clinging to life by a thread.
Hera recognized Terry among them, so she knew without a doubt—they were Leo’s people. And if they risked their lives for him, then she was determined to save every single one of them.
Hera ran alongside Leo’s stretcher, her vision growing blurrier with each step—not from exhaustion, but from the tears she was holding back.
She refused to cry.
Not now.