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    It was none other than Earle, the only son of her adoptive father.


    Lydia’s mind raced, calcting her disadvantage as she gauged the strength of Earle’s forces—no fewer than twenty strong.


    “Bringing an army to face me, Earle? Do you fear me that much?” Lydia taunted, arching an eyebrow in defiance, her voice dripping with derision yet betraying no hint of fear.


    Earle’s grin widened, his demeanor as casual as it was cruel.


    He mimicked the sound of a gunshot with his lips, the “bang” echoing mockingly in the tense air. “You are the crown jewel of my father’s creations, Lydia. How could I possibly let you slip away?”


    His smile twisted further, unveiling the sinister charm of his chiseled lower face.


    Lydia’s resolve hardened under his malevolent stare, her nerves coiling tight as she met his emerald eyes.


    She knew all too well the depths of Earle’s madness.


    In a seamless motion driven by desperation and tactical foresight, Lydia covertly transmitted a distress signal to Elena, using an intricate hacker code only they understood.


    “With five aircraft circling, where do you think I could flee to, Earle? You’ve certainly overyed your hand,” she retorted evenly, her voice a blend of defiance and calcted calm.


    Earle immediately saw through Lydia’s tactics and shook his head with casual indifference. “Enough with the stalling! You’re in Avaloria now. There’s no one—


    “Coming to save your ass? Surrender while you still can, or I’ll make sure you leave here in fucking fragments.”


    His voice carried an icy threat as a synchronized click of bullets being chambered filled the air.


    Dark, ominous gun barrels aimed directly at Lydia from every direction, signaling deadly intent.


    This time, Earle wasn’t bluffing—he had real guns at his disposal.


    Facing the grim array of more than twenty gun barrels, even a mythical hero would find escape improbable. But Lydia wasn’t one to simply ept her fate.


    With serene calm, she lifted the sniper rifle single-handedly, her gaze sweeping the area below.


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    Spotting a dense forest, she noted a slight chance of survival.


    Calcting quickly, Lydia nned her escape.


    shing Earle a defiant, icy smile, she executed a breathtaking move in a split second.


    She ducked to dodge the barrage of bullets, simultaneously jerking the helicopter’s controls to ram into the aircraft on her left.


    With a thunderous boom, the explosion erupted, sending shockwaves through the air.


    The left aircraft’s wing tore apart, igniting into mes and spiraling downward.


    Lydia’s own helicopter suffered severe damage; a gaping, smoking dent marred its fusge.


    As the enemy reeled from the unexpected chaos, Lydia seized her moment.


    With the agility of a seasoned operative, she leapt from the helicopter, plummeting toward the forest canopy below.


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