We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out Chapter 1950

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While Elisa held off Mr. Carrerra's men with a handgun, she urged Rachel to leave quickly.

Tears welled up in Rachel's eyes. She desperately wanted to go with Elisa and to admit that she

couldn't make it on her own. But there was no other way now. Elisa was paving the way for both of

them. It was the only way they could survive.

Tears streaming down her face, Rachel pleaded, “You must take care of yourself. Wait for me. I will

come back to save you.”

Elisa nodded with a smile, but her face quickly turned serious. “No matter what you hear, don't listen.

Just keep running up the mountain. That's the only way you can be safe. Do you understand?”

Rachel nodded vigorously.

After watching Rachel leave, Elisa began her counterattack.

There weren't many bullets in the pistol to begin with. She didn't intend to hurt anyone, knowing that if

she did, Mr. Carrerra would unleash his fury on her twofold.

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All Elisa wanted was to temporarily fend off these people, yet there were those who recklessly insisted

on stepping forward.

In order to buy as much time as possible for Rachel, Elisa shot and killed one of Mr. Carrerra's men.

It seemed that Mr. Carrerra was genuinely angered. His counterattack was fierce. Elisa was quickly

suppressed as she was armed with only one handgun.

Elisa leaned against the wall, not daring to show her face at the window.



The moment she showed her face, she would be shot in the head.

Elisa took a deep breath, glanced at the gun with only one bullet left, and quietly made a decision.

She was now pinning her hopes on someone hearing the gunshot and calling the police, provided, of

course, that not everyone there was under Mr. Carrerra's control.

But now it seemed things weren't as she hoped.

Otherwise, Mr. Carrerra and his men wouldn't have come looking so soon right after they reached the

house, not even having time to catch their breaths.

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She reckoned all the factories and residents around there were under Mr. Carrerra's control, which

made things quite tricky.

Just as Elisa was making plans, a noise came from downstairs. Mr. Carrerra's men broke in and

headed straight for the third floor.

Elisa fired a bullet, hitting the first man who approached right between the eyebrows.

The person just fell down stiffly just like that.

Seeing their comrade fall before their eyes, everyone exchanged uneasy glances. They all knew Elisa

was a formidable figure, and no one dared to step forward anymore.

Mr. Carrerra kicked one of the retreating men. “D*mn it! Don't you know how many bullets a pistol has?

Twelve! That woman has fired them all! Who the hell dares to step back? Get moving!”

After Mr. Carrerra finished speaking, everyone filed in one by one. The small attic on the third floor was

instantly packed to the brim.



Just as Mr. Carrerra predicted, Elisa's pistol was out of bullets. The shot fired earlier was merely

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intended to serve as a deterrent.

Regrettably, it didn't last long.

However, Elisa turned to look at the window. I should've bought her sufficient time. I hope that Rachel

can be rescued soon.

Everyone entering the third floor was glaring at Elisa, the woman who had just shot their comrade.

If circumstances had allowed, Elisa would probably have been torn apart by now.

Nonetheless, Mr. Carrerra wasn't that pleased either. He stepped forward from among the crowd,

locking eyes with Elisa.

He first looked around but didn't spot another person.

Immediately, he shifted his gaze toward the window behind Elisa, and a sense of foreboding surged

within him.

Mr. Carrerra waved his hand, issuing the command. “Give chase.”

Five men in black pulled Elisa away and climbed out of the window, officially beginning their pursuit of

Rachel.

Elisa remained silent, just smiling softly as she looked at Mr. Carrerra.

If one didn't know better, they might think the two of them were closely acquainted and on good terms.