Upon reaching the riverbank, they noticed several vehicles parked across the river. Despite their lights being off, their outlines were faintly visible in the moonlight.

Katelyn clasped Vincent’s hand, subtly conveying a message through a gesture on his palm.

Vincent immediately understood the implication of Katelyn’s signal.

They exchanged no words, opting instead for brief exchanges through hand gestures before going their separate ways. Their strategy was to approach the bridge from both upstream and downstream, effectively surrounding the enemy.

Ten minutes later, Katelyn and Vincent arrived on the opposite bank. There, the masked man sat on a stool hidden among roadside bushes. It was clear he was awaiting Katelyn, Vincent, and their group. One of his underlings quietly…

The underling asked, “Boss, why haven’t they shown up yet?” They had calculated that the group would have reached them by this time.

The masked man surveyed the far side of the bridge, seeing no one approach. His brow furrowed. “Let’s leave. They aren’t coming today.” He assumed that Katelyn must have sensed something amiss and chosen an alternate path. The man reflected on her cunning. He had revealed nothing, yet she had discerned his plan to gauge their strength.

In hindsight, he regretted alerting them too soon. Direct action might have secured a simpler victory. In the end, his caution had been excessive.

However, as they were about to leave, the quiet of the night was shattered by a gunshot.

Bang! A bullet struck the back of the head of the subordinate who had spoken just now. The man tumbled to the ground instantly.

The masked man quickly pulled out his weapon and shot towards the source of the fire.

Bang! Bang!

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But his were not the only shots fired. More gunshots echoed from the opposite direction. The noise startled the birds in the jungle, and they took flight, piercing the night’s stillness.

Vincent and Katelyn had strategically positioned themselves for both defense and offense.

The masked man and his people shot wildly into the dark, whereas Katelyn and her team were precise. Knowing the enemy’s whereabouts, they struck their targets nearly every time. Swiftly, most of the enemies were killed. The scent of blood wafted through the breeze, reaching everyone’s noses. Yet, this detail went unnoticed.

The masked man sensed the tide had turned against him. It seemed Katelyn and her group had meticulously prepared the ambush to kill them.

Under his breath, he muttered, “Damn it!”

He made for the car, intending to escape, but Katelyn was not about to allow his retreat. Survivors from the T Organization were unacceptable. These merciless individuals had blood on their hands. Leaving any alive meant risking future innocent lives.

Katelyn aimed her weapon at the masked man. His swift movements and the poor visibility thwarted her attempt to take him down with a single shot.

Vincent and Katelyn coordinated to flank him. Just as the car’s engine roared to life, they pinpointed his exact location.

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