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    It was Kason.


    Elena took aim.


    Simultaneously, Kason spotted her.


    Their eyes locked, and they pulled their triggers at the same moment. A sharp bang echoed as the window ss in front of Elena shattered into pieces.


    The sun zed intensely, causing the air around Elena to waver with heat.


    Sweat beaded on her neck, blending with the acrid scent of gunpowder.


    She moved quickly, evading both the bullet and the flying ss shards. Something didn’t feel right—there were unexpectedly two bullets. The weapons provided by Malcolm were meant for paintball—incapable of breaking ss.


    Scanning the ground, Elena confirmed her fears upon finding a real bullet casing. Her expression turned grim. Clearly, someone was attempting to assassinate her. An assassin had infiltrated.


    Without time to ponder, the concrete near her vibrated as bullets pocked it with holes. Bullets hailed from multiple angles.


    She faced multiple attackers. In her grip was only a paintball gun.


    With a grave expression, Elena calcted her next moves. Positioned in a sniper’s crosshairs, any movement risked a bullet strike. The abandoned building provided no safe haven. Lingering meant certain death as more attackers would converge.


    Elena was not one to wait passively for her end. She mentally mapped the building, plotting her escape. If she could evade the first bullet and avoid a deadly shot, she’d have a chance to jump down and make a run for the car. She could endure injuries, provided she escaped with her life.


    Elena grabbed a branch, quickly twisting her long hair into a bun with one hand, then steadied herself, ready to jump.


    Then, footsteps resonated from below.


    She tensed. Could the assants have gathered so quickly?


    With a silver needle in hand, she pressed her back to the wall, eyeing the staircase while silently counting down. Five, four, three, two, one…


    Just as she was about to spring into action, she recognized the figure and rxed her stance. It was Wesley, making his way back to her.


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    Elena’s voice carried a mix of surprise and relief. “Wesley, what brings you back here?”


    Wesley’s face was drawn, a grim set to his jaw, his breathsing fast and heavy.


    Wesley’s intense look swept over her. Upon seeing she was unharmed, he unclenched his fists. “I heard gunshots,” he said.


    Elena responded with a nod. “You should have stayed away. Assassins have marked this location, making it perilous for you.”


    Wesley remained silent.


    She quicklyid out her strategy. “My n was to escape through the side window to reach the car. Your arrival from below suggests the ground floor is clear. They’re…


    “Targeting me. I’ll lead them away while you prepare the car. Once I’m in, drive off without dy.”


    Elena figured it was Earle’s men pursuing her and Lydia. Wesley had simply been caught in the crossfire.


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