No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Moonblade felt a deep pang of sadness, as though the man she idolized had completely ignored her.

However, Jamie noticed her gaze and smirked without saying anything.

Soon, their convoy in a grand departure.

On a quiet country road, dozens of people lay scattered about. This village had received official approval for reconstruction, and its residents had been relocated to a distant town. In the dead of night, the road was deserted, with only moonlight illuminating the figures on the ground.

At dawn, a pickup truck appeared on the road, carrying several young people who chatted and laughed.

“This camping trip is gonna be a blast. I heard there might be wolves up in Mount Lanpo by the river. Can’t wait to find out,” the girl in the backseat giggled.

As they chatted, the car suddenly stopped.

“What’s going on?” someone asked.

The young man at the wheel panicked and pointed ahead. Only then did everyone notice a dozen cars. parked on the road.

Even more horrifying, next to these cars were dozens of bodies scattered on the ground. The scene was spine-chilling on this remote country road.

“What the heck is happening?”

“Should we call the police?”

looks bad. Did we stumble upon a crime

car, surveyed the area, and reached for his phone. “We better call the police.” Just

he glared in the direction the convoy had

are coming back to life!” one of the boys exclaimed.

“Mind your own

hopped into the car and

Brisa, and it didn’t take long for her to recall everything. She turned to him urgently. “Where’s Frey?”

“First, wake everyone up. Frey has already been taken by

go after them!” she replied resolutely.

them now? They left hours ago.” He knew those people could have easily arranged for transportation, maybe even a helicopter. Several hours were enough for them to take Freya to Florin or even abroad. He clenched his teeth, recalling her plea before she left, waiting for him to rescue

of Strategist and his team, evidenced by their

me, those people wouldn’t have

rousing everyone they had. brought along. He knew the effects of the enemy’s drugged bullets should be wearing off

consciousness, he noticed his leg wounds had been treated and bandaged. He clenched his teeth. “Those people did this intentionally. Why didn’t they just kill us?”

turned to him and said, “They

couldn’t let his brother’s killer escape, yet the bandaged wounds on his legs seemed to

why spare their lives? Were they afraid Freya

he helped Michael up, urging, “Don’t destroy your hands like this.

asked, blood dripping from his lips.

distance. “We

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