Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 129

Will they survive? No, they must survive!

The sedan with the Audi logo was speeding away in the darkness of the night. Aishe occasionally rubbed her stomach, trying to calm down the little fetus who might have been a little surprised by the incident just now, even though her own hands were trembling as well.

Mustafa was busy driving, his old eyes trying to focus forward looking at the streets with minimal lighting. The already wrinkled hand was gnawing at the pocket, but believe me, it was still quite dexterous holding the gun. Then a cell phone he took out from inside.

"Fetch me at pier 15 men –" Mustafa has not yet succeeded in saying. The roar of the gunshot rang out loud enough, leaving him shocked to the point that the phone slipped out of his grasp.

"Dam'nt! That bastard was still not satisfied either!" Mustafa hits the steering wheel, then picks up the gun on the dashboard.

But Mustafa's hand was less agile, Aishe who had been holding the booty weapon from Rehan, opened the glass and started shooting two cars behind them.

"Be careful, son!" mustafa exclaimed back to focus on controlling the speed of the car.

One gun was unsatisfactory. Aishe quickly removed the seat belt, retrieving Mustafa's pistol. Without fear, he took half his body out of the window and began leaning two cars until one was overturned.

Shooting continues. Now the bullet managed to injure a shooter who came out of the sunroof of their car. But unfortunately, for the sake of aiming at the man, Aishe's arm must be lined with bullets from the enemy to make him lose one weapon.

"Nhh …." The moaning went back into the car.

Mustafa immediately turned his head, staring at Aishe's arm that was bleeding from being scratched by a bullet, his anger instantly sticking out.

"Get a tight hold!" Loud cries.

Mustafa quickly pulled the brake lever, along with the brake pedal and turned the steering wheel until it twisted. In just a few seconds, he pulled out a gun and shot into the driver's side glass.

The car immediately twisted sharply and hit the road barrier, then rolled several times.

Seeing that the car was rolled over, Aishe looked at Mustafa. Seeing her foster father raise one corner of her lips, it suddenly made her feel relieved.

They continued their journey, until about 20 minutes, their car arrived at the Silivri Sahil pier, in the Piri Mehmet Pasa area.

Some men in black shirts with large body gestures and high, were waiting in front of a boat.

Mustafa got out of the car first, then walked over to Aishe and wiped it.

"Where are we going, Dad?" aishe asked looking at the surrounding situation which was quite quiet. Maybe because it was late in the morning.

"Go take care of your wounds!"

"Trust me, they'll find us soon. I've told my men to stay here."

Aishe looked at Mustafa doubtfully, didn't he tell people to wait for them? Or, isn't his foster father a good man?

His heart was a little worried, but Mustafa's eyes looked so sincere.

A man who had been seen talking on the phone, slowly approached Mustafa who was standing at the end of the dock looking at Aishe.

"Master, reinforcements have arrived!"

The man's words made Mustafa breathe a sigh of relief, then he raised both corners of his lips and shrugged his hands.

"Trust your husband. He's a strong and great man."

Aishe stared at the glare of the old man's eyes fixedly, before he finally grabbed his hand and climbed onto the speed boat.

Aishe looked up, staring at the bright shining moon in mid-spring. He suddenly recalled, the scene at which he fell from the boat. The cold sea, the breeze that blew, slowly pierced the skin until it was pierced by his bones.

She looked down, staring at the nanar of her white dress full of blood and was already dirty. Then he looked at his leg which was quite badly injured and only then realized.

The journey on a speed boat will only take half an hour. Until the boat pulled over to the back of a luxury yacht. It was so luxurious that he could not estimate the price.

From just carrying it, he could see the sparkling lights that lit up so beautifully. I don't know how many floors this ship has.

Mustafa went down first, then reached out to help Aishe. A warm blanket directly landed on his body, as soon as he got down from there.

"Have the doctor take care of her legs immediately!" mustafa said to a servant.

Assisted by a female servant, Aishe was brought up to the second floor through the stairs on the inside of the first beach, which directly penetrated the dining room beside the swimming pool on the second floor.

Actually, how rich is my foster father?

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