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Chapter 82

Chapter 82

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After assessing Warren for a full day and night, Quinlyn finally decided to stand up for him.

Warren was taken aback, and the heavy stone pressing down on his heart felt as though it was crumbling away at that moment. He blinked back tears, overwhelmed with gratitude.

He looked down into Quinlyn’s clear eyes and realized she had never judged him; now, she was willing to come forward for him.

“Thank you, Quinlyn. You have to come back safely,” Warren said earnestly.

“Mm–hmm.” Quinlyn nodded, tucking the gun into her jacket as she turned to catch up with the investigation team.

The team, fueled by adrenaline, matched Quinlyn’s pace, and they ran hard toward the first landslide.

As they approached, Quinlyn noticed unusual footprints in the mud.

“These are from the anti–magnetic suits,” Bennett identified the patterns, spotting a long drag mark on the ground. “They still have a hostage–it’s Michael!”

He’s alive! That news instantly boosted everyone’s spirits.

Quinlyn felt a slight alleviation in her chest, but the faint metallic scent of blood told her Michael was likely injured, leaving no time to waste.

Just then, gunfire erupted suddenly. The team quickly dropped to the ground, peering toward the source of the noise.

Through the gaps in the treetops, they could see two groups of people facing off against each other.

for support,” Bennett strategized. He turned to see Quinlyn crouched quietly on

rain of bullets,

bullets are dangerous. She nodded slightly, remaining low and quietly watching the situation in the

heavily in their favor from the moment they engaged. But the problem

his limit. He ripped off his anti–magnetic suit and dragged Michael out into

It made sense–carrying a single machine was far easier than hauling around a bulky suit,

escape.

a hand, signaling his team to cease fire, and slowly retrieved the anti–magnetic device from

I want everything you’ve

too strong here; without

wanted criminals.

didn’t give them any time to consider their options; he aimed and shot at Michael’s

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dazed, cried out from the pain.

the monk but was

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even Ivan couldn’t afford to play tricks. As he weighed the pros and cons, he caught a glimpse of movement behind the wanted criminals. A hand emerged.

felt a wave of relief wash over him. “Got

over.”

them in the clearing,” the bald monk said flatly, refusing.

open fire, and we

to unleash a tirade, but was stopped by his

of anti–magnetic devices and made his way over. The moment the 901

raised his gun, ready to shoot Ivan. Seizing the moment before he got dizzy, Ivan dove onto Michael, rolling with

barrage of bullets caught the criminals off guard, and before they could

the anti–magnetic device. Gritting his teeth, he lunged toward Ivan, aiming to recapture

hand shot up from the hillside. It grasped a gleaming folding knife, sharp a hite, which swiftly sliced through his

erupted from the monk as he clutched his severed hand,