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.

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

Soon, all twenty-odd black-clad men on the fifth-floor lay dead at the

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

was already very used to it. There is nothing to be surprised about with just a few dozen

hundred or more were just small fry, mere practice targets. His job was simply to protect 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

black-clad man hadn't expected that the moment he appeared, a bullet as swift as a meteor would be waiting for him. A blood hole instantly appeared on his forehead, and he crumpled to

fifth floor. Some, seeing the bodies scattered on the ground, let out

furrowing, and her eyes clear and deep. "Shut up," she said softly, but the words immediately silenced the

looked at Yvette. They had all seen her, like a goddess of death, take down each

didn't realize that the people looking at her were even more terrified than they were of the black-clad men. It was truly frightening. The corridor was now filled with a heavy scent of blood. Jeremiah watched Yvette, who was radiating a cold aura, his gaze deep. He squeezed her hand

rooms, closing the doors tightly. Yvette turned her head, her eyes cold and her voice indifferent. "Emmett, fourth floor. Eagle King, take Samantha to the third floor. Charles, second floor. Jeremiah and I will go to the first floor." Compared to the other floors, the first floor was the

Once I clean up the fourth floor, I'll join you on

nodded. "I understood,

his loose shorts, tank top, and most notably, his blue flip-flops. Anyone who didn't know him might think

eyes, Yvette said firmly, "Eagle King may dress a bit oddly,

lips twitched. She thought, 'While I wanted to believe in Eagle King,

King's heart broke. He felt so wronged. "The boss just doesn't appreciate fashion. This outfit is from the latest fashion week, and these flip-flops are