Chapter 144 All In Custody


    The knife sliced through the air, streaking straight for Corrine.


    "Move!" Donnelly''s expression hardened in an instant, his pupils shrinking with rm.


    Corrine was ready. As the thin man lunged, she dodged with ease, snatching his wrist and wrenching it back with brutal force. He yelped as the knife slipped from his grasp, ttering to the ground.


    With a sharp kick, she sent the de skidding toward Donnelly.


    Then, pivoting smoothly, she mmed her elbow into the man''s ribs, yanked his arm behind his back, and flipped him over her shoulder.


    The impact sent up a cloud of dust as he crashed onto the ground with a sickening thud, his body curling in agony.


    If Donnelly weren''t busy sawing through his restraints, he might have apuded.


    Seeing his partner crumpled on the ground, the burly man''s face twisted with rage.


    "You little-


    With a bellow, he spread his arms wide and charged at Corrine like an enraged bull.


    Donnelly flung the knife toward her. "Heads up!"


    She caught it effortlessly, the de glinting in her grip. As the brute barreled forward,


    she pressed the cold steel against his thick neck.


    A slow, taunting smile curled her lips, the look of a cat toying with a trapped mouse. "I wouldn''t take another step if I were you."


    From the ground, the thin man groaned, ring up at her. "Who the hell are you?"


    Corrine didn''t answer. Instead, she drove her heel into his chest, shoving him back


    down.


    Her eyes, sharp and unreadable, flicked over him. "Take me to your handler."


    Brevard''s operation had a signature method-recruiting low-level thugs from across the


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    country, rotating them constantly to sell products. No one ever dealt twice in the


    same


    ce.


    Each seller had a handler. But only the trusted few ever got close to Brevard himself.


    To track down Brevard, Corrine and her team had to follow the trail leading through these two men''s handlers.


    A flicker of calction crossed the thin man''s face. "If I take you to them, do I walk


    free?"


    "That depends on how useful you are," Corrine said coolly.


    Five minutester, both men were bound and marched out of the abandoned building.


    "Freeze!"


    The sharpmand was followed by the thunder of approaching footsteps as a unit of armed officers surrounded them, weapons raised. "Hands on your heads! Get down-


    now!"


    Corrine''s brow twitched in irritation.


    She flicked a nce at Donnelly, who waszily running his fingers through his hair. "Tell me you didn''t call them."


    Donnelly snorted. "You think I''d do something that stupid?"


    "Then who did?" Corrine muttered, exasperated.


    Neither had an answer, but it didn''t matter-within minutes, they were all in custody.


    Once they arrived at the station, Corrine and the others handed over their belongings before being escorted toward interrogation.


    Meanwhile, at the far end of the corridor, a group of officers emerged.


    At the front, a uniformed captain strode forward, asionally ncing at the man beside him in a suit. "Matias, thanks for the tip. We''ll conduct a full investigation and make sure these criminals are dealt with properly."


    Earlier that morning, the Brighton Group''s CEO had been ambushed. His car was wrecked, and a menacing letter had been left at the scene.


    Though Brighton Group wasn''t as dominant as Ford Group, its influence in Lyhaton was undeniable.


    But Matias wasn''t listening to the captain beside him. His attention was fixed on


    one of the interrogation rooms, his expression unreadable. "Who''s in there? What charges?"