Strategist’s voice grew impatient, prompting Freya to turn and approach the car with its headlights on.

As Brisa watched Freya advance, anger boiled within her. “D*mn it! They used me as bait! I won’t let them get away with this!” She reached for her gun, but Inken stopped her.

Inken, who typically appeared frail, now looked determined. With the headlights casting their glow, he noticed the nearby houses in ruins and gun muzzles ominously protruding through shattered windows. Hence, he cautioned, “Brisa, let’s not act recklessly.”

Unbeknownst to Freya, a person with a silver mask stood behind the headlights, gleaming eerily. Despite her injured leg, she stared at that figure and limped forward. As she approached the car, a beautiful woman stepped out, holding a custom-made handcuff

Freya looked down as the woman began to handcuff her. These cuffs were noticeably heavier than. standard ones, and Freya could feel their weight. She also noticed small green dots on them that glowed faintly.

The woman warned, “Don’t try to escape. These cuffs are rigged to explode upon detecting excessive force.”

Freya met the woman’s gaze with unwavering determination and asked, “Are you Moonblade?”

However, the woman met Freya’s gaze with a hint of contempt. “What if I am?”

Freya pursed her lips and recalled that this woman had killed Melissa’s boyfriend, Benjamin.

Later, she was pushed into the backseat of a spacious modified jeep, seated beside a man in a silver mask. Then, Moonblade hopped into the vehicle and settled in the front passenger seat.

remarked lazily, resting his arm on the car

anxiety surged. “You promised me you’d let them

lowered his head, revealing piercing, sharp eyes. Behind that mask, a sly smile played on

distance. She glanced at the handcuffs on her wrists and seethed, “You’ve failed to keep your word. Since you couldn’t keep your promise, go to

herself and aimed at

She knew that if she took out Jamie and Moonblade, it might give Brisa and Inken a chance to escape.

the chain between her handcuffs tightened around his neck. He quickly gestured for Moonblade

taking him out would end the crisis, even if it meant risking her life.

tightened her grip on her weapon. She couldn’t fathom

bleeding leg, Freya focused all her strength on the green light

she noticed

of color from

clenched her teeth, contemplating that she might defy his orders and shoot Freya if he persisted

began to weaken, and she started experiencing double vision due to blood

marks on his neck, and sighed, “Miss Kaufmann, it seems no matter how

light blurred her vision. She gritted. her teeth but was haunted by the image of Inken collapsing.

eyes with amusement, he adjusted his suit collar and sat up. “Don’t worry, those darts were loaded with tranquilizers. Your strength

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