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Hearing Katelyn’s words, both Vincent’s and Samuel’s faces grew tense. They were fully aware of what involvement with the T Organization implied. The reality that such a formidable group had been mobilized to target Katelyn raised a critical question—Was Katelyn the true target, or was it actually Vincent?
The situation remained unclear.
Vincent’s voice was soft but firm. “Go home and rest. I’ll keep you informed as soon as I learn anything new.”
Katelyn nodded, her expression clouded with concern. She understood the danger was far from over.
“Alright.”
Vincent’s gaze met hers, his voice cool yet strangely soothing. “Let me take you home.”
Katelyn agreed once more.
This assault had left a profound psychological impact on Katelyn, one deeper than any previous encounter. These criminals treated human lives as mere pawns in their games.
The earlier attack had targeted Vincent directly, with Katelyn as merely coteral damage. But this time, she had felt death’s breath on her neck, teetering on the edge of mortality. Bullets whizzed by, mere inches from her back. A single misstep could have meant herst.
Her eyes were filled with various emotions as she looked at Vincent, pausing before voicing her question. “Do these kinds of dangerous attacks happen often to you?”
With one hand on the wheel, Vincent was momentarily taken aback by Katelyn’s sudden question. He then responded with a casual nod. “The higher your position, the greater the risk. However, those who lurk in the shadows, those plotting against me, they’ve been cautious.”
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Resorting to violence wasn’t always the solution, but in some cases, it proved incredibly effective. If he hadn’t taken such drastic measures over the years, with anyone daring enough to strike at him facing ruthless revenge once discovered, there was no way he could have had a rtively peaceful time in the past two years.
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Katelyn tightened her grip, her resolve solidifying. “I want to learn how to shoot.”
While she was proficient in hand-to-handbat, she felt vulnerable when facing opponents with firearms.
Vincent regarded her calmly. “Shooting requires precision and concentration. If you’re serious about this, I’ll take you to a training facility to practice. You can count on me to guide you.”
He thought it was a wise decision. It would at least provide her with a means to defend herself in dangerous situations.
“Alright.” Katelyn nodded resolutely.
She was eager to acquire the skills necessary to protect herself.
Vincent drove her home safely, but the terror of the day didn’t fade easily; she had a restless night, tormented by nightmares of the attack.
In her dream, the relentless white van never missed. After a violent impact, she slumped against the seat, dying.
A figure approached, gun in hand, and without hesitation, pressed the gun against her forehead and fired. The sound of the gunshot echoed, and suddenly, everything went silent.
Katelyn woke up with a start, drenched in sweat and her heart pounding. Before she could calm her thoughts, her phone rang from the bedside table. It was Vincent.
Still rattled, Katelyn picked up, her voice shaky.
Given the early hour, Vincent’s call likely meant something urgent had happened.
“Mr. Adams?”
“Last night, someone infiltrated the hospital and murdered the survivor.”
Vincent’s tone was crisp and to the point.
Aputer screen disying the previous night’s surveince footage from the hospital ward was in front of him.
The footage was clear. At three in the morning, someone disguised as a nurse entered the ward and tampered with the man’s IV bottle, injecting an unknown substance.
The assant was efficient, spending less than a minute in the room—entering, injecting the substance, and leaving without being noticed.
Without saying a word, Katelyn hurried to the hospital. Upon seeing the footage, she was stunned.
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