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    Support came instantly. The rest of Daniel’s crew moved in with wicked smiles, surrounding Jason and his battered allies.


    There was no hesitation from Jason and the others. Despite their wounds, every one of them sprang forward to meet the threat head-on. But the odds were stacked against them.


    Against them, Daniel’s team fought like a pack of wolves. In moments, Jason and his group were overwhelmed, bodies hitting the ground one after another.


    No one from Cole’s side was left standing. Daniel’s people gathered at the cabin’s entrance, their eyes narrowing as they spotted the battered Cole stretched out on a sofa.


    Without a word, Daniel’s right-hand man slid a pistol from his belt and leveled it at Cole’s forehead. “So, this is the Evans family head everyone’s talking about. He’s worth at least one shot, don’t you think?”


    Daniel’s right-hand man, Andre Rayne, was another bloodthirsty maniac. He held his pistol steady, imagining the mess he would make of Cole’s skull. In his mind, blood sprayed across the floor, pieces of bone and gray matter scattered everywhere. The bloodier the vision, the more it thrilled him.


    Andre almost squeezed the trigger when the woman in a blue dress drifted into view. Her hips moved with practiced rhythm. “Andre, sweetheart, let me have a go at Cole before you finish him off. Such a handsome man shouldn’t go to waste. Let him serve some purpose before his demise, right?”


    “Ha-ha.” Daniel’s crew burst outughing, their voices echoing in the room.


    Andre curled his lip in disgust and shoved her aside. “Out of my sight!” He wasted no time before taking aim again. This time, his sights lined up perfectly with Cole’s forehead. He pulled the trigger.


    A shot rang out. But the st that tore through the air wasn’t from his weapon. It came from above.


    A bullet crashed through Andre’s left temple and punched out the right, obliterating bone on its way through. Blood pooled instantly, bits of brain leaking onto the floor. His body gave out and dropped. Even in death, his finger refused to let go of the trigger.


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    “Who’s up there?” Daniel shouted, scrambling to his feet. Fear drained the color from his face.


    His subordinates scattered backward. Theughter died instantly. Panic crept across their faces as they desperately searched every shadow, yet the marksman remained invisible. A cold fear took hold, thickening the tension until it pressed down on everyone in the room. They all knew—a careless twitch might make them the next target. This was no ordinary enemy.


    These operatives of Phantom Mercenaries were elite. But someone had managed to take down Daniel’s most trusted subordinate with a single, clean shot—no warning, no trace. Not knowing where the bullet hade from sent shivers down their spines. There was only one conclusion to draw: they had stumbled into a living nightmare.


    Daniel’s expression tightened, his jaw set as he tried to regain control. “Who’s out there? Come out where I can see you!” he screamed, forcing his voice to sound bold.


    His words had barely faded when a gentle mechanical whir echoed above. A small drone dipped gracefully into view, catching everyone off guard.


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