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    Aelfric’s message cut straight to the chase. “Mr. ck Snake, I offer my services to assassinate Connor Daniels at no charge.”


    Marissa’s eyes narrowed instantly. She hadn’t anticipated that Aelfric would make such a bold move as contacting ck Snake to eliminate Connor. She felt fortunate for her swift actions. She had been the first one to ept Amiri’s job, which shielded Connor from a more dangerous situation. She typed back, “Mr. Warren, are you approaching me in your capacity as deputy chief instructor of Doomsday Base? Do you represent the interests of Doomsday Base?”


    Aelfric confirmed with a simple, “Exactly.”


    Marissa replied, “ording to my knowledge, Doomsday Base focuses solely on training martial artists and stays clear of external affairs. You’re proposing a partnership on behalf of Doomsday Base. Has this been sanctioned by King or ck Mallow?”


    Without hesitating, Aelfric replied, “The three of us have consented to this arrangement.”


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    Marissa expressed her doubts. “Really? My assassinations are typically for profit. Doomsday Base is offering to help me achieve my goal for free. Is there a personal vendetta here?”


    Aelfric was terse in his response. “Mr. ck Snake, I’d prefer fewer questions. Just let me know if you’re in or not. That’s all I need.”


    Before Marissa could reply, Aelfric added, “Mr. ck Snake, there’s no reason for you to turn down my offer. With the backing of Doomsday Base, your chances of sess are greatly enhanced. We ask for nothing from the reward. Isn’t that an attractive proposal?”


    Marissa couldn’t suppress a sneer. “Indeed, I see no reason to decline.”


    Aelfric inquired further, “Mr. ck Snake, does this mean you ept our partnership?”


    Marissa replied, “I look forward to our sessful coboration.”


    “OK. We’ll meet on the Sunrise. Keep in touch. Stay adaptable,” said Aelfric


    “OK.” Marissa logged off the Dark Net after ending the chat with Aelfric


    She was certain of one thing: King had no intention of harming Connor. Before she departed for Blebert, King had clearly instructed her that offending Connor was out of the question and urged her to keep her distance


    It was evident that Aelfric had made this decision independently. A short whileter, she sent a message to Connor. “Do you have any personal grievances with Aelfric Warren?”


    Connor’s response was prompt. “Why do you bring him up all of a sudden? What’s going on?”


    Marissa responded, “His younger brother broke off his engagement with Tiffany. I had a run-in with his younger sisterst night. I’m trying to gather more information about them. Also, I heard he’s the deputy chief instructor of Doomsday Base. That sounds ominous!”


    Connor replied, “Aelfric and I have been rivals since we were kids. We’ve umted a lot of bad blood over the years. But don’t worry. As long as you’re with me, he won’t dare touch you.”


    “I see,” Marissa typed back, now fully grasping the situation. It was clear that Aelfric harbored deep-seated grudges against Connor butcked the power to confront him alone. Masking his personal vendetta under the guise of Doomsday Base’s decision, he reached out to ck Snake to get rid of Connor. Marissa’s expression hardened as she pieced everything together


    Doomsday Base had stringent policies. Graduates were to sever all ties with the base once they left, regardless of their future affiliations or actions. The base would only intervene if a graduate was unjustly targeted or bullied. Yet here was Aelfric, the deputy chief instructor, attempting to embroil the entire organization in his personal vendetta. He wasn’t just acting in the name of Doomsday Base; he had also falsely imed the endorsement of ck Mallow and King. Marissa knew it was time to remove the ck sheep from the base. Still, she dyed confronting Aelfric. Her immediate priority was performing surgery on Caylee


    Three dayster, Marissa performed Caylee’s surgery at Benevolence Hospital. The operation drew a crowd. Doctors and medical staff crammed the hallway outside the operating room, eager to observe. Like the previous time she had saved Caylee, Marissa donned a white surgical gown, cap, and mask, concealing her identity as she entered through the back door. As the surgerymenced, an unexpected visitor appeared outside the operating room, causing a stir among the members of the Sanchez family


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