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    Lydia immediately extended her hands in a gesture of peace. “It’s okay, I’m here to save you.”


    The eldest, Lara, regarded Lydia with a mix of fear and curiosity. Disying her badge, Lydia reassured them, “I’m from Avaloria. We’re here to get you out safely. Just follow me quietly, will you?” Lara’s suspicion eased, and she chose to trust Lydia.


    As they prepared to evacuate, Lara tugged at Lydia’s sleeve. “Miss, they took Casper somewhere else. Can you find him too?”


    Lydia’s heart sank at the mention of another child. “Do you know where they might have taken him?”


    Lara could only shake her head helplessly. The harsh reality of their captors’ stern faces and firearms had overwhelmed her.


    Touching Lara’s head reassuringly, Lydia vowed, “I’ll ensure everyone gets back home safely, I promise.”


    The prolonged exposure to water had left the children too weak to walk on their own. Each team member swiftly carried a child, hastening toward the reservoir’s exit.


    However, as they neared the exit, they were spotted. “Who’s there?” Suddenly, gunshots erupted, resounding through the area and alerting the base’s guards immediately.


    Without hesitation, Lydia rushed back and released all the captives, quicklymanding, “Fight off the guards outside if you want to make it out alive!”


    The captives, long subjected to Earle’s tortures, seized the opportunity to escape, engaging fiercely.


    A wild exchange of gunfire ensued, involving both Lydia’s team and the captives against Shadow’s guards. The air was thick with the sound of conflict.


    Lydia’s shots were precise, each one finding its target, yet the sheer number of Shadow’s forces was overwhelming. They continued to engage while strategically retreating to a defensible position.


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    The intense skirmish escted, and a message was promptly ryed to Earle. “Mr. Miller, there’s a fight at the reservoir. The freed…”


    Earle’s expression turned frigid, his chilling gaze reminiscent of the harshest winter. “Eliminate them all,” hemanded coldly. His subordinate responded with a brisk nod, “Understood.”


    The atmosphere tensed, with only Earle and Elena left in the living room.


    Earle, with confidence, dered, “They must be your allies.”


    Elena offered no denial. Their presence was already evident, and subterfuge was futile. With a rapid movement, she produced a concealed weapon and aimed it directly at Earle.


    As she pulled the trigger, Earle swiftly knocked the gun from her grip with a kick.


    A loud bang followed.


    Earle knocked the handgun out of Elena’s hand. She quickly retreated, evading his attempt to grab her.


    The confrontation escted into a physical fight immediately.


    Elena, now unarmed, faced Earle with determination. Her eyes searched him carefully, looking for any weak spot she could exploit.


    A sinister smile spread across Earle’s face as he slowly backed her against a wall.


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