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    Sitting in the passenger seat, Xander watched the Crystal Hotel disappear behind them. He let out a sigh and said, “Chief instructor, I didn’t expect you could pilot!”


    Marissa just smiled and chose to remain silent. Both she and Silver Fox had learned to fly airnes. They had piloted evenrgebat nes; thus, handling a small private aircraft was child’s y for them. However, this part of their history was a secret they could not share with Xander.


    Flying over the city was vastly quicker than driving. A drive to their destination would have taken an hour, but in the ne, they reached the eastern suburbs of Blebert in about fifteen minutes.


    Silver Fox, along with Marc and Terry, was already waiting there. As soon as the ne touched down on the beach, Silver Fox, Marc, and Terry boarded it swiftly. Silver Fox took the pilot’s seat next, and Marissa moved to the back tomand their operations.


    Silver Fox was an excellent pilot. After she settled in, she immediately took off, heading directly to the Skytop Mansion in the western suburbs of Blebert.


    En route, she activated the tracking software and noticed that rissa was still airborne, drawing nearer to Blebert by the minute. Upon confirming rissa’s location, Marissa instructed, “White Mallow, speed up. rissa will be in the city in two hours, and Bu will soon discover his ne is missing. We must hurry.”


    “Okay,” Silver Fox replied, increasing the ne’s speed.


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    Under normal circumstances, Xander, Marc, and Terry often bickered among themselves, but today, they were united in silence, bracing themselves for the imminent conflict.


    Twenty minutester, they were hovering over Skytop Mansion. Peering through the window, they observed the staff of Skytop Mansion bing increasingly vignt as their ne approached. The bodyguards were hastily positioning themselves for defense.


    After a brief survey of the bodyguards, Marissa gave her orders in a hushed tone. “Marc, Terry, handle those in the north. White Mallow, Xander, take the south. I’ll manage the east.”


    “Yes, madam,” her team members all responded in unison.


    The western side, devoid of guards, had been previously scanned by the drone operated by Silver Fox. It revealed arge pit, its depths shrouded in darkness, concealing whatever secrets it held.


    As the ne descended to just a few dozen meters above the mansion, the mansion’s staff began sweeping it with a powerful searchlight, trying to get a clearer view. Recognizing the ne as Bu’s, they lowered their defenses, unaware that the aircraft was filled with elite operatives from Doomsday Base.


    The ne, due to Bu’s influence, made a smoothnding at Skytop Mansion. A man in a suit, appearing to be the leader of the staff, hurried over with several staff members to greet the arrivals warmly, oblivious to the true identities of their guests.


    The men outside of the ne looked puzzled as the ne remained silent, the doors tightly shut. He waited for a response that didn’te. After a tense moment, he called out loudly, “Mr. Hoffman, what brings you to Skytop Mansion tonight? Our president isn’t here right now. She will return in about an hour and a half.”


    Inside the ne, after one final survey of the surroundings, Marissa whispered sternly, “Stick to my original n and take action immediately!”


    No sooner had she spoken than both the rear and front doors of the ne swung open. The team inside surged out, fast as arrows shot from a bow, scattering in different directions across the area.


    The mansion’s staff, deceived into thinking the visitors were Bu and his entourage, were caughtpletely off guard. The swift and decisive movements of Marissa’s team only added to their confusion.


    It was only when screams pierced the air that the man in charge realized the grave mistake. He looked around frantically and saw a chilling scene unfold: eighty percent of the bodyguardsy defeated, many fatally wounded, while the survivors struggled, overwhelmed by the sudden onught.


    The attackers, whose every move was precise and lethal, were clearly highly trained professionals.


    In a matter of moments, they had taken control, leaving the mansion’s staff reeling and defeated.


    Only then did the man in charge understand that Skytop Mansion was not hosting guests but was under an attack


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