Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph
Chapter 233 Heroes Fall for Beauties

Gideon stopped me in my tracks. I turned around to face him.

"Do you know medicine?" he asked.

"Yeah, I used to be a nurse at Benevolence Hospital. I can handle basic stuff like treating wounds and giving IVs," I said, trying to stay cool.

Gideon squinted at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Alright, you do it. If you've got the guts to treat me, I've got the guts to take it."

Even though Gideon was talking tough, the way he was fiddling with his gun was pretty intimidating. But I kept my cool, walked back over, and set the medical kit down.

Dakato started handing out the food she brought, but everyone was super cautious, like they were scared to eat. It wasn't until they saw Dakato give some bread to the woman and her kid and watched them eat that they finally started chowing down like they were starving.

I checked out Gideon's wound. He had a gunshot wound to the chest. The bullet was out, but he'd lost a ton of blood and was really weak. His body was burning up, probably from an infection causing a high fever. It was bad. Gideon must've known how serious it was, which was why he called for a doctor.

I got a syringe, prepped the meds, and filled the IV bag.

The whole time, Gideon kept staring at me, like he was trying to figure me out.

When I was about to give him the injection, he suddenly pointed his gun at my forehead.

I froze. Slowly, I looked up, following the gun to meet Gideon's sharp, hawk-like eyes.

I wasn't scared, but it would've been weird not to show a little fear.

So, I asked, sounding scared and cautious, "Gideon, what's wrong?"

He glanced at the IV bag in my hand and said flatly, "Try a shot of this yourself first, or let that kid try it."

What a sly fox!

Hearing this, the woman hugged her kid tight, both of them looking terrified and shaking. The kid started crying again, dropping the bread from his mouth.

I calmly drew some of the liquid from the IV bag with the syringe and, with everyone watching, injected it into my arm, pushing the liquid in.

Pulling out the syringe, I looked at Gideon, staying composed.

"Can you trust me now?"

He stared at me with a complicated expression.

I had already figured he was the type who'd never fully trust anyone.

After a moment, he extended his hand.

I took his hand, found a vein, and smoothly inserted the needle into the back of his hand. One of Gideon's buddies found a big tree branch, dug a small hole next to him, and set it up to hang the IV bag. A couple of other guys with minor injuries saw me treating Gideon and didn't put up a fight when I offered to bandage them up.

After I finished, I packed up the medical kit and said, "Gideon, we've brought what you wanted and treated your wounds. Can we head down the mountain now?"

Before Gideon could answer, another guy nearby burst out laughing like he'd just heard the funniest joke.

He took a bite of his bread, chewing as he said, "Should I call you naive or just plain dumb? Now that you're up here, there's no way we're letting you go down."

Gideon gave a sinister smile, "Go tell those cops to get us a car. If they don't, they can start collecting bodies."

The guy nodded, stood up, and walked down the mountain with another person.

I had already figured getting down would be tougher than coming up, so I wasn't freaked out by their words. I wanted to stand up and stretch, but Gideon immediately pointed his gun at me, smiling coldly. "Sit still. Don't even think about going anywhere. Even if I'm hurt and can't chase you, the bullets in this gun definitely can."

I had no choice but to sit back down.

Gideon then pointed his gun at Dakato. "You too, stay put. Otherwise, my bullets won't care who you are."

The two who went down to deliver the message didn't come back for a long time. Gideon sent two more people to check. Those two seemed hesitant to leave him alone, but Gideon toyed with his gun and smiled. "Don't worry, there's plenty of bullets in this gun."

He swept his gaze over us, his slow voice full of menace.

The two went down, leaving just Gideon, me, Dakato, and the two hostages on the mountaintop.

I sat to the side, pulling at the grass by my feet, occasionally sneaking glances at Gideon.

The wind on the mountaintop was strong, but Gideon, with his chest exposed, didn't seem to care about the cold. Leaning against a small mound, half-supporting his body, he was serious and stayed silent, always on high alert. More time passed, and the second pair who went down still hadn't come back.

He seemed to realize something and tried to sit up but couldn't.

At that moment, a look of panic flashed across his face. He suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife. He yanked the needle out of his hand and pulled me over.

"You dared to trick me?"

I knew the anesthetic I injected into him was kicking in, so he wasn't very strong now. I tried to resist, and Dakato rushed over.

A gunshot rang out, and Dakato was hit in the foot, dropping to one knee.

I had underestimated him. Now he had one arm around my neck and the other pressing a gun against me, leaving me powerless to resist.

After the gunshot, there was a sudden commotion around us. Soon, a group of police officers rushed up, and all of Gideon's accomplices were captured.

"One more step and we all die together," Gideon shouted, pressing the gun firmly against my forehead.

No one dared to move closer. With me as his shield, they couldn't risk a shot.

Faris stepped forward from behind them, glancing at the injured Dakato kneeling on the ground, then looking at me with concern.

"Gideon, don't hurt her."

Gideon laughed, seemingly unfazed by the situation.

"Faris, you're really worried about her?"

Faris clenched his fists at his sides, swallowing hard.

Gideon said with a sinister smile, "Both your ex and your current lover are here. I'm curious, who are you more worried about? How about this: let your ex come over and trade places with your current lover?" "Fine."

Dakato struggled to stand, her pant leg soaked in blood.

"No," Faris said, looking at Gideon with a seriousness I had never seen before.

"I'll exchange myself. Gideon, let her go and take me as your hostage."

Gideon laughed, "Alright, but first, answer me one question."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Was it you who betrayed Reid?" Gideon's voice turned cold, filled with hatred.

Faris looked at him but didn't answer immediately.

"If you lie, I guarantee I'll blow her brain out," Gideon said viciously.

A nearby cop spoke up, "Gideon, you have no way out. Stop resisting and surrender."

Gideon snorted disdainfully.

"I'd rather die, and I'll take someone with me."

He threw a knife at Faris's feet.

"If you want me to let your woman go, cut off one of your pinkies first."

I shook my head. Faris stared at the gleaming knife at his feet, his shoulders heaving.

Gideon suddenly pulled out another knife, pressing it against my neck while still holding the gun to my forehead.

"If the knife doesn't cut you, it'll cut her. Your choice."

I immediately felt a sharp pain on my neck.

"No, Gideon, I'll do it," Faris said, his eyes locked on mine, terrified that Gideon's knife would really cut my throat. He slowly bent down and picked up the knife.

"Don't," I shouted.

"Don't." Dakato, limping, rushed over and grabbed his arm.

"Hurry up, stop stalling!" Gideon yelled.

Faris, holding the knife, said to Gideon, "Gideon, I'll cut off my pinky. You let her go."

Gideon laughed sinisterly, "Alright, I always keep my word. You cut off your pinky, and I'll let this woman go."

Dakato clung to Faris's arm, suddenly saying to Gideon, "Gideon, I'll cut off my hand in exchange for Faris's pinky." Faris looked at Dakato in shock.

Gideon laughed heartily, "Faris, you sure know how to charm women. Even your ex would cut off her hand for you. But I won't be that cruel; I just want his pinky. Hurry up, or I'll slit her throat. Three seconds, or I shoot." "Three."

Faris placed his hand on a rock, the knife tip between his pinky and ring finger. "Two."

"Faris, don't," I shouted.

Before Gideon could say "one," I saw Faris's arm drop, and the knife came down hard.

He grunted, sweat pouring from his forehead.

"Faris!"

Dakato held him, her eyes full of pain.

Faris, pale and sweating, looked at Gideon, his voice trembling, "Gideon, I did it. Please let her go."

Gideon said with a sinister smile, "Looks like you really love her!"

Gideon actually let go, removing the knife and gun.

I quickly escaped and rushed to Faris's side, unable to look at his bleeding hand. I asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"

Faris closed his eyes, his face pale, sweat pouring down, but he still gave me a weak smile, softly reassuring me. "I'm fine."

"Enjoy your last moments together. In the end, you'll all be joining me in hell."

Gideon's voice was laced with laughter, but it sounded like it came from the depths of hell.

I turned to see him struggling to stand, unsteady on his feet.

He patted the bulging bag at his waist, unzipping it to reveal the explosives inside.

"Shoot here. I've lived long enough, and with so many people accompanying me to hell, I won't be lonely."

Suddenly, Gideon was shot. Blood started to flow from his forehead, over his eyes, and down his chin.

He stood still for a few seconds, then laughed, a bloody smile, as he lit the fuse on the explosives with a lighter. "Everyone, be careful!" a cop shouted.

In that critical moment, Dakato leaped forward, pushing Gideon off the cliff, and she fell with him.