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    Already terrified of him, they immediately responded with trembling voices, “Yes, sir!”


    Without another word, T strode purposefully toward the parking area. It was clear that he was leaving.


    Seated in her chair, Katelyn straightened and whispered to Samuel, “Stay put for now. Don’t move.”


    Acting prematurely might put them directly in T’s path, and no one could predict which route he would take.


    Samuel obeyed instantly, pressing himself t against the ground and melding with the dense bush. The thick vegetation concealed him perfectly, making him virtually invisible to the naked eye.


    Besides, with Katelyn having seized control of the entire surveince system, the security personnel were essentially blind to their presence. Only when T’s car disappeared down the winding mountain road did Katelyn and Vincent be fully energetic. A single nce between themmunicated everything—no words needed.


    Vincent deployed his men, while Katelyn severed all externalmunications to the courtyard with a few swift keystrokes. Then came Vincent’smand, sharp and clear. “Move!”


    Samuel and his team sprang into action, his body a blur of focused energy.


    The eerie stillness of the mountain shattered in an instant. Samuel’s men abandoned caution, rushing forward at full speed. Within minutes, they breached the courtyard perimeter, moving like shadows given purpose.


    It was only then that the security guards realized intruders had infiltrated their base. The lead bodyguard’s voice cracked with rm as he shouted, “Intruders! Activate the emergency defenses! Contact the organization!”


    However, the moment his subordinates attempted toply, dread washed over their faces. Everymand they issued disappeared into silence, meeting no response.


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    “Boss,” the guard stammered, sweat beading on his forehead, “ourwork’s been cut off. We can’t reach anyone, and the entire defense system has copsed. We’ve lost all control!”


    The surveince screens disyed a peaceful deception—empty corridors, secure perimeters, no signs of intrusion. Yet standing before their very eyes was a squad of ck-d figures in their courtyard, weapons held with practiced ease.


    Even an idiot could see what had happened. Their defense system had been hacked, the surveince footage tampered with.


    A cold whisper of fear traced down their spines. Who the hell was behind this? This level of infiltration was beyond formidable—enemies who moved like shadows, leaving no trace of their passage through digital barriers.


    If these intruders could dismantle their security so effortlessly, they could just as easily dismantle the guards themselves. This realization sent tremors through their bodies, fear crystallizing into pure survival instinct.


    The lead bodyguard’s face hardened as he sensed death approaching. With a voice that betrayed no weakness, hemanded, “Grab the weapons! Kill them all!”


    With their defense systems rendered impotent and reinforcements cut off, their only path to survivaly in cold steel and desperate courage. If they didn’t, they’d all be dead by nightfall.


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