Joel Russo's deep eyes flashed with a faint emotion, he looked at her deeply, and finally still carried her onto the helicopter.
"Mary!"
"Beau Reed." Mary Douglas's voice was clean and clear, cold and ruthless.
"If you still want to shoot someone, you'd better kill me first."
Beau Reed's deep eyes shook heavily, the expression in his eyes was like inkstone that had been shattered, broken pieces and scattered ink mixing together, chaotic and heavy.
It was as if he was startled by something, he lowered the hand holding the gun.
"No, I won't shoot you, Mary..."
"Don't call me." Mary Douglas said indifferently: "I'm paralyzed, not brain-damaged. Whether you will shoot me, I know better than anyone."
Beau Reed's tall body swayed, standing there as the wind from the helicopter's rotors made his eyes sting, yet he still raised his head, watching Mary Douglas being carried into the cabin by Joel Russo.
