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Chapter 83

Bennett was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding what was happening until his gaze fell on Quinlyn.

She was hiding the gun behind her back, covered in mud and looking so small that the abbot hadn’t noticed her subtle

movements.

Now there were only two guns in the entire scene–one in the hands of the criminal and the other in Quinlyn’s grip. Bennett felt his throat tighten but hesitated to respond.

How could he expect a ten–year–old kid, someone who had never fired a gun before, to save a teammate?

But it seemed the blood from the abbot’s wounds was driving him into a frenzy. “You think you can fool me? I swear, if I go down, I’ll take you all with me!” he shouted.

He swung the gun butt against the hostage’s head repeatedly, turning the poor victim’s face into a bloody mess.

“Stop it!” Bennett clenched his fists, but the fear of the situation held him back as cold sweat trickled down his face. At this rate, they would never see the helicopter arrive.

The tension in the air thickened, the anger on the abbot’s face intensifying, his eyes filled with a desperate fury.

Just as he was about to summon his last ounce of strength to find a scapegoat, Quinlyn made her move. Drawing the gun. she recalled how Michael had demonstrated loading it and mimicked the movement.

She raised the gun, aimed carefully, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger. The two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, separated by mere seconds.

As the smoke lingered in the air, the abbot’s eyes widened in disbelief. He seemed to just notice a child standing next to the trees. In that instant, Quinlyn’s bullet struck true, taking him down.

Unfortunately, his finger had already squeezed the trigger, but in that very moment of impact, his aim went awry, and the bullet merely grazed the face of the investigator.

The outcome was sealed.

For a long while, the forest was silent.

fierce. Only when the abbot finally fell did she release her grip on the trigger. He had no doubt that if the criminal had still been alive, Quinlyn would

she lowered her arm and moved down the slope to help Michael up, noticing the bullets lodged in his thigh and arm. Without a word, she pulled

squad while he examined the criminal’s condition. Out of twelve, only one monk remained, his hand injured

to their teammate’s wounds, the group

felt him trying to kill me in that moment. You noticed it too, right? Thank you, Quinlyn. I owe you

by the stretcher with Michael, her gun still tucked against her, and simply nodded in acknowledgment.

be struggling with the psychological aftermath of firing the gun and instructed the team not to bring it up again.

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the mountain, the sight of the camp brought relief. Numerous parents were

outside.

somehow leaked out. After a long and arduous wait, Curtis

at the foot of the mountain, and a collective sigh

that? Do you even know how dangerous it was in there?” Elowyn rushed over

Quinlyn’s first time getting spanked, and she touched her

Curtis said, clearly worried for her. He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, his eyes shining

at the compliment. “Whose parent praises their kid

Larry exchanged glances, hesitant to cheer out

military hadn’t anticipated. Everyone who had been waiting at the base, having experienced a night of thunder

of Curtis’s praise for the girl

line of officers standing in

was a gem the moment I laid eyes on her. She’s destined for greatness, perfect to represent

spirit and insight, you’d make a great scout! You’ll learn so

be straight with you–Quinlyn is officially ours now!”

Quinlyn over, she was unceremoniously lifted onto someone’s shoulders, and it just so happened to be the strong regimental commander she had met a couple of days

the car when Ivan seized the moment and intercepted