?Chapter 587: Chambein had braced himself for the possibility of the ambush failing, yet the news of no casualties on the other side ignited a firestorm of fury within him.


    In a sudden outburst, he hurled his phone against a jagged rock.


    Damn it! he shouted, his voice dripping with fury.


    He had meticulously nned this assassination for months.


    However, not only had they suffered severe losses, but Harlee, the primary target, had miraculously walked away without a scratch.


    This unbearable oue was what truly fueled his anger.


    From his hidden vantage point near the cliffs edge, Cormac watched silently, his mind already weaving a more borate plot.


    Just then, a middle-aged woman, her face marked by worry, pushed her way through the crowd and staggered toward Chambein.


    With a hopeful tone, she inquired, Has the n seeded? Harlee was probably sted into goddamn pieces, wasnt she? Unaware of the ns disastrous failure, the middle-aged woman had hurried to the meeting point with expectations of victory.


    Chambeins fury reached a boiling point at her words.


    With a cold, dismissive sneer, he barked, Get out of my sight! Without a moments hesitation, Chambeinshed out, kicking her in the stomach with merciless force.


    The impact sent her tumbling to the ground, where shey motionless, ovee by the sudden, sharp pain and losing consciousness instantly.


    However, as Chambein turned back, the middle-aged woman on the ground seemed to shift slightly.


    Yet, upon closer inspection, she remained perfectly still.


    Lαt?st ch????pt????rs in g?lnovels.??m At that moment, Cormac stepped forward with a downward nce and muttered, We need to move.


    If we stay, that woman will find us here.


    They had veered far from the city, taking almost two hours to arrive at this secluded spot.


    With Harlees terrifying skills, she might have already tracked them and could be closing in with reinforcements.


    The only course of action was to retreat and buy themselves time.


    Chambein suppressed his frustration, cast a disdainful look at the middle-aged woman, and pressed onward toward higher ground.


    This entire mountain offered just one suitable location for a helicopter tond, but they had intentionally chosen a less desirable spot to fool Harlee, aiming to buy more time.


    Their group of more than a dozen quickly scanned the area for potential threats while making a swift retreat.


    Soon, they reached the designated location, where a helicopter hovered in the air, ready to extract them.


    This advanced aircraft was designed to muffle a significant amount of noise, making it nothing short of invisible to anyonecking sharp senses or keen observation skills.


    Chambein quickly approached the dangling rope from the helicopter, preparing to board, when a light, mocking voice rang out behind him.


    Chambein! Its been too long.


    Dont you think its polite for guests to leave a gift? Perhaps… Your life would be a perfect parting gift since youve lived long enough? Harlee stood, her handgun aimed steadily at him.


    Almost instantaneously, the moment Harlee raised her weapon, a dozen armed men in camouge responded, firing in her direction.


    Unbothered by the bullets, Harlee strode forward without hesitation.


    Chambein froze at the familiar voice and then spun around.


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