After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"Poppy, where is the pain?" "Ring the bell." A few minutes later.

Poppy was sent to the emergency room to have a new round of examination.

Sylvia guarded the door of the emergency room and looked at those colleagues in the room, operating those high-tech instruments.

Eden and Brock sat on the bench with grave looks.

Sylvia's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

She lifted it up and saw a caller ID with a hidden number.

Her face darkened slightly, but she picked it up anyway. "Hello." "If you want to detoxify Poppy, do as | say.” A voice that had been processed with a voice changer came from the other end.

"Who are you? Why do you want me to do what you say? What do you want me to do?" Sylvia's eyes and face were cold.

The entire corridor seemed to be enveloped in a tense atmosphere.

Even Brock and Eden couldn't help but look over towards her.

"At 3 p.m., go to 66 Livingston Road and deliver your most beloved jewelry to the garbage can at 66 Livingston Road. Otherwise, Poppy would perish!" After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.

The most beloved jewelry? Sylvia stared at the phone, thinking that the other party was playing a prank.

However, for Poppy's sake, she was willing to give it a try.

"I will inform James to come over. For now, | need you two to accompany Poppy." Sylvia looked down at the two men sitting on the bench.

"Yeah, don't worry." Sylvia drove straight to Pearlhall Villa.

There was almost none jewelry that she liked. She had seldom worn any jewelry.

She opened her jewelry box.

There were a lot of jewelry inside.

Finally, her eyes fell on a necklace made of broken diamonds.

It was given to her by Gage after he received his first paycheck.

At that time, she liked this necklace very much.

She picked up the necklace and looked at the diamonds that were still shining after so long.

She took out a small jewelry bag to put it up.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, she drove her Land Rover towards 66 Livingston Road.

The Livingston Road was a small, isolated road on the outskirts of the city.

A shantytown and some demolished houses were near it.

In the afternoon sunlight, it looked unaccountably broken.

Sylvia got out of the car and threw the small bag with the necklace into the garbage can in 66 Livingston Road.

She had just turned around when her face froze. She suddenly shifted her cold gaze towards the dilapidated building, only to see a tall figure standing in the upper floor.

The man's face was covered with a black mask, and only his steely chin was revealed.

The sunlight fell on him, and the mysterious and brutal vibe around him grew stronger and stronger.

The man's cold eyes were fixed on her.

The next second, a silver pistol appeared in the woman's hand and was aimed at the man. Bang! The man was caught off guard but still moved agilely to dodge, but the bullet still grazed his arm and hit the wall behind him.

Then, the man leapt down and launched attacks towards Sylvia.

Blood seeped out from the wound on his arm.

He did not seem to feel it.

Sylvia gripped the gun in her hand and shot at the man again. Even though the man moved extremely fast, he could not dodge it.

The bullet shot into the man's calf.

She was a sharpshooter and few people could avoid her shooting.

And this man avoided her first shot, however.

She would never allow anyone to avoid her shooting a second time.

But the man continued to attack her as if he could not feel the pain.

The two fought.

Rumble! Thunder suddenly growled in the sky.

The sky, which had been clear, suddenly became dark.

When the lightning and thunder mixed, the rains poured down.

They smashed in Sylvia's and the man's faces.

But neither of them seemed aware of the rains. Sylvia was drenched in rain.

Then she rapidly hit the man wearing a mask on his face.

She was extremely fast! The man found it hard to withstand her attacks.

Suddenly! Sylvia reached out her hand towards the man's face. Her fingers looked slender and strong in the lightning.

When she was about to grab the man's mask, the man, however, rolled on the ground and dodged Sylvia.

"What a poor thing! How dare you mess with me? I've delivered the jewelry. Give me the antidote!" If it weren't for the antidote, she would have shot the masked man to death! The man was really tolerant. The blood oozed from his calf, fell to his feet with the rain, and stained the rain water red.

He seemed to be unaware of it.

His cold eyes were filled with cruelty.

"Come with me, and | will give you the antidote." The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant to the ear.

"What if | don't come with you?" Sylvia lifted her eyes and gave him a cold look.

"Then don't blame me for showing no mercy." The man could not support himself at this point, his calf was in pain and his face under the mask was pale.

He waved his hand! The sound of footsteps came! Twenty or thirty men in black suddenly rushed over from all directions and surrounded Sylvia.

In the pouring rain, the woman's eyes were like sharp, and the silver pistol in her hand spun in her palm.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Several shots rang out.

Afew of the men in black nearest to her were shot in the heads! The blood burst out in mid-air, shocking to the eye! The number of men in black that surrounded her was increasing! Each was holding a long stick and pouncing towards her.

Sylvia sneered. A trace of hostility flashed through her cold eyes. She raised the pistol again!