Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 445

Yvette casually picked up a baseball cap from the sofa and stood up. She wore a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and a familiar pair of canvas shoes. The cap covered most of her face, leaving only her sharp jawline exposed. She glanced indifferently at the sniper rifles on the table, picked up the one closest to her, and chambered a round in one fluid motion. Her movements were clean, and precise, and exuded a cool confidence. Jeremiah also walked over and chose a rifle. Emmett, Charles, and Samantha, realizing this wasn't a time for shock, each selected a suitable sniper rifle. Eagle King had already made his choice.

Samantha, though experienced with guns at the club, had never handled a sniper rifle before and was practically buzzing with excitement.

Yvette glanced at Samantha's excited face and said in a cool, clear voice, "The recoil on a sniper rifle is much stronger than a handgun. Be careful."

Samantha nodded. "Don't worry, Yvette, I'll be careful."

Samantha knew she wasn't the main force; her goal was simply not to hold the others back.

Once everyone was ready, Emmett opened the door. The next second, they heard chaotic footsteps and cries coming from the hallway.

Yvette and Jeremiah led the way, with Emmett and Charles on either side, and Eagle King close to Samantha.

For Charles, who had grown up in the underworld, Emmett, who had been to battlefields with Jeremiah, and Eagle King, who lived on the edge of life and death daily, this scene was nothing out of the ordinary.

In the corridor on the fifth floor, people were crouching on the ground, hugging their heads and trembling.

Some tried to plead for mercy, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they were shot dead by the black-clad men. Seeing this, the others dared not speak a word.

The entire hotel had fallen. Each floor was littered with the bodies of those who had tried to resist-men and women, old and young. On every floor, a dozen black-clad men guarded the area, searching each room for valuables.

On the fifth floor, the black-clad men saw Yvette and the others emerge and immediately approached with a menacing air. Yvette and Jeremiah exchanged a glance and smiled.

The black-clad men, approaching with aggressive intent, saw the sniper rifles in the group's hands and shouted to their companions in the local language, "They have guns, be on guard!"

In the next second, a bullet pierced the black-clad man's body, and he fell to the ground, eyes wide open in shock. The bullet had been fired by Yvette.

shoot; her eyes filled with admiration. She thought, 'This is what

on Yvette, Jeremiah and the group. Yvette held the sniper rifle with a stoic expression, firing at the advancing black-clad

the advancing men, took out one after another with precise shots. Soon, all twenty-odd black-clad men

'What happened to fighting together? I'm just lying here and winning.

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feeling. The two of them had only managed to kill two people, while the rest were taken down by Yvette and

at ease. He was already very used to it. There

Samantha from behind. Suddenly, Yvette's eyes narrowed, and at the same time, Jeremiah quickly turned around, though Yvette was faster. Yvette raised her sniper rifle, aiming at the black-clad man who had just appeared at the top of the stairs. She lightly pulled the trigger, a

as a meteor would be waiting for him. A blood hole instantly appeared

seeing the bodies scattered on the ground, let out shrill screams, as if they had been severely traumatized. The entire floor echoed

deep. "Shut up," she said softly, but the

trembled as they looked at Yvette. They had all seen her, like a goddess of death, take down each black-clad man

than they were of the black-clad men. It was truly frightening. The corridor

third floor. Charles, second floor. Jeremiah and I will go to the first floor." Compared to the other floors, the first floor was the most

nodded. "Got it, Yvette. Once I clean up the fourth

nodded. "I understood,

notably, his blue flip-flops. Anyone who didn't know him might think he was

Samantha's eyes, Yvette said firmly, "Eagle King may dress a bit

wanted to believe in Eagle King, his

fashion week, and these flip-flops