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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.

and fierce. Only when the abbot finally fell did she release her grip

Michael up, noticing the bullets lodged in his thigh and arm. Without a word, she pulled medical gauze from

to check on the 901 squad while he examined the criminal’s condition. Out of twelve, only one monk

the group

officer approached Quinlyn and quietly expressed his gratitude. “I felt him trying to kill me in that moment. You noticed it

stood protectively by the stretcher with Michael, her gun still tucked against her, and simply nodded

she might be struggling with the psychological aftermath of firing the gun

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mountain, the sight of the camp brought relief.

outside.

After a long and arduous wait, Curtis nodded and allowed the parents to come

of the mountain, and a collective sigh of relief escaped

was in there?” Elowyn rushed over and enveloped her in a tight hug.

really hurt. It was Quinlyn’s first time getting spanked, and she touched her

let’s get you cleaned up and rested,” Curtis said, clearly worried for her. He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, his eyes shining with admiration. “You

rolled her eyes at the compliment. “Whose parent praises their kid like that?”

exchanged glances, hesitant to cheer out

had been waiting at the base, having experienced a night of thunder and emergency sheltering, had already assumed that casualty reports were a given.

understood the true weight of Curtis’s

spotted a line of officers standing in front of a

laid eyes on her. She’s destined for

insight, you’d make a great scout! You’ll learn so much from

I’m just gonna be straight with you–Quinlyn is officially ours

onto someone’s shoulders, and it just so happened to be

in the car when Ivan seized the moment and