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    The turbulence shook Elena’s aircraft, but she maintained control, quickly realigning her flight path.


    With a quick twist of her wrist, she rolled down the side window and fired off a series of shots.


    Earle shot back, targeting the already damaged windshield.


    The air filled with the smell of gunpowder.


    Elena was not interested in prolonging the battle. However, Earle was determined not to let her go.


    The disturbance had undoubtedly drawn the attention of Avaloria’s military forces.


    Soon after, two military fighter jets joined them, positioning themselves on each side.


    However, Earle seemedpletely unbothered. Even though a mask hid half of his face, his enjoyment was still visible.


    A slow, sinister smile spread across his face.


    He focused his attention on Elena, his lips curving into a half-smile. Despite only half of his face being visible, he radiated a dangerously charming presence.


    Before the military could intervene, he quirkily raised his eyebrows and teased Elena with a tone full of amusement, “Gorgeous, what’s so great about that cold Wesley? Why not join me instead?”


    Elena’s gaze grew colder, and her eyes revealed a clear sense of disdain. “Fuck you!” she snapped back, her tone low.


    Earle’s eyes held a fleeting glint of menace, betraying the smile that never truly touched them.


    His eyes gleamed with the cold, calcting stare of a relentless predator.


    Elena stayedposed, smoothly changing the magazine with a quick flick of her fingers.


    Wanting to end the encounter swiftly, she leaned out of the window and took aim at Earle’s cockpit.


    She fired three rapid shots.


    Her uracy was impable, even in flight.


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    The bullets struck the cockpit, forcing Earle to dive into the back seat to dodge them. Had he not reacted swiftly, his aircraft might have gone down.


    Once he regained control of the aircraft, he turned to give Elena a lingering, intense stare.


    After a series of crackles and pops of static, the military of Avaloria issued a sternmand to Elena. “Aircraft ahead, halt immediately, or we will engage!”


    This icy, robotic warning echoed three times.


    Earle’s aircraft had long since disappeared, leaving Elena’s alone. When the infrared beams fixed on her, a faint shadow seemed to fall over Elena’s eyes.


    The border between the two countries was often marked by tension, frequently swarming with the threat of unintended skirmishes. Disregarding the warning could escte tensions with the Avaloria forces as she continued searching for Lydia.


    Fearless though she was, darkness had enveloped the sky.


    Earle’s earlier dys had cost her precious time, and any further confrontations would only put Lydia at greater risk.


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