Chapter 3

"Vera, sis, you missed the target again. Does that mean you have to take off another piece? I'm running out of clothes here."

Brady guided Vera's hand to undo the button on his underwear, his massive member about to spring free. He shyly followed the rules of the game Vera had set at the beginning.

I weakly called out to Vera, but once again my attention was stolen away.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Brady cradled his reddened palm, and Vera immediately rushed over.

"The recoil must be too strong. You should try a different gun."

She tenderly massaged Brady's palm, even blowing on it gently.

Yet she allowed the wooden board to crash down on me.

My body ached, but my heart ached even more.

Scarlett, one of Vera's subordinates, saw me get hurt and dashed over.

"Brady, you... you're shooting at a live person? The organization strictly prohibits such unethical practices!"

She snarled at Brady on the shooting platform.

"Stop this immediately! Go confess to the boss and accept your punishment, or don't blame me for getting nasty!"

Vera released Brady's hand and smirked coldly.

"Scarlett, don't run your mouth before understanding the situation. It's foam bullets, just target practice. We're not using real ammunition!"Scarlett moved closer to me, horrified by the wounds covering my body.

"Vera, look at this! Zephyr's body is covered in wounds, and Brady actually claims these were caused by foam bullets!"

"She wasn't practicing at all, she was trying to kill him! Zephyr is still recovering from a fracture, how could she be so heartless!"

She became increasingly agitated, and suddenly pulled out a gun from her pocket, aiming it at Vera. "You have to stop him!"

A flash of shock crossed Vera's eyes. Scarlett, who had always been loyal and obedient, was now pointing a gun at her.

Despite my hatred for Vera, I couldn't bear to see her shot.

Tears streaming down my face, I begged Scarlett to lower her gun.

"Scarlett, calm down, don't do anything rash! You have a family, there's no need to offend her because of me."

Vera lifted her chin slightly, indicating that I could still speak, so I was fine.

"See? If we had used real guns, Zephyr would be dead by now. The fact that he can still speak up for me proves he's okay. I told you, but you wouldn't believe me."

Scarlett's eyes widened in disbelief at Vera's words. She spat on the ground in disgust."He's covered in blood. Can't you see how awful he looks?"

"Was that foam bullet from Brady's gun earlier? The recoil was so strong."

Brady's face turned pale. She immediately panicked and looked at Vera, speechless.

Fortunately, Vera made an excuse for her,

"Even if that gun had real bullets, it only hit the wooden board. It didn't touch Zephyr at all."

"Do you think I'm stupid? Do I need you to tell me about my husband's condition? Can't I tell for myself?"

Just as Scarlett was at her wit's end, about to speak but holding back, Brady fired the gun again.

I closed my eyes, bracing for the pain, but the expected agony never came.

A muffled sound rang out near my ear. Scarlett was shot in the abdomen and fell to the ground in pain.

Blood slowly seeped from the wound.

"Damn... How can Brady have the nerve to say... this is a foam bullet."

Vera snickered, "Acting! You're just acting! Here's another one, Zephyr. The actors you hired are better than your own performance."

I stared into Brady's eyes, "If you have something against me, come at me. Don't hurt innocent people!"

Brady lowered the gun, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at me: