Chapter 1650:


    No words were exchanged, yet their movements—fluid, precise, instinctive—left no doubt. Orders had been absorbed, and now they moved as one.


    Vincent and his team charged toward their destination. This was exactly where the unstable woman Katelyn had investigated was being held.


    Vincent had always known that this small courtyard was heavily guarded. Now, with the lights out, the soldiers remained at their posts, and security was tighter than ever.


    Guards were stationed at nearly every step, alert and watchful, scanning their surroundings with sharp eyes. shlights cut through the darkness, sweeping in every direction to catch any intruders. The heightened security was no coincidence—the King had issued strict orders.


    Vincent had never paid close attention to theyout before. But now, seeing the level of protection, he realized one thing—the woman locked up here wasn’t ordinary. They wouldn’t go to such extremes to guard just anyone.


    Vincent said nothing and gave a silent hand signal. Even in the pitch-ck night, with the lights extinguished, the faint glow of the moon made his gestures visible at close range.


    In an instant, his team raised their guns and took aim. Silenced pistols fired, the bullets slicing through the air. The guards dropped instantly, never realizing what had hit them.


    With the way clear, Vincent swiftly moved toward the building. He knew the woman inside was mentally unstable. If she panicked and screamed, things could spiral out of control.


    The moment he spotted her, he pulled out a syringe filled with anesthetic and injected it into her arm. The drug took effect almost immediately. Her body went limp, slumping onto the bed without a sound.


    Vincent didn’t stop to examine her. He gave a quick nod, and a female operative stepped forward. She hoisted the unconscious woman onto her back and secured her with straps.


    The operative moved swiftly despite the added weight—her training left no room for hesitation.


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    From entering the pce to this point, barely thirty minutes had passed. But it was enough for the pce technicians to restore the electricity.


    Just as Vincent and his team slipped out of the grove, every light in the area red to life. They were exposed. Luckily, their camouge kept them from being seen.


    Vincent immediately spotted the threat. Without wasting a second, he signaled his team to move along the grove’s edge. Sticking to the shadows gave them the best chance to avoid detection.


    After ensuring no guards were nearby, Vincent spoke softly into his earpiece. “Samuel, what’s the status?”


    Samuel worked quickly. Within seconds, he responded, “The T Organization has stepped in. Power has been restored, but the surveince system is still offline.”


    This was the group Vincent had spent a fortune to secure. The King and his men wouldn’t be able to regain full control over the surveince immediately—not without time.


    Vincent exhaled in relief. Then Samuel’s voice came through again. “We’re working on cutting the lights again.”


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