Katelyn’s vision at night wasn’t as sharp as Vincent’s, and her shots went wide, missing their mark.

Vincent watched as the masked man ignited the car’s engine. In a decisive moment, Vincent aimed his gun at the vehicle’s tire.

With two loud shots, the tires blew out instantly.

The masked man tried to flee, but escape was impossible. Vincent strode toward him without hesitation.

Realizing he had no way out, the man clenched his jaw, his expression hardening. He abandoned the car and stepped out, still intending to run.

But Vincent wasn’t about to let that happen. Just as Vincent was about to pull the trigger, he realized something—the gun was empty. His expression turned grim.

Though Katelyn couldn’t see everything clearly, she could hear the problem Vincent was facing. Her vision in the dark had slightly improved, but the distance still made it difficult to pinpoint their exact locations.

Worry crept over her—what if Vincent got hurt?

Determined, she shut her eyes and focused all her energy on listening. With her sight blocked, her hearing sharpened dramatically. She could now make out the distinct sound of footsteps. Vincent’s side was chaotic—there were likely multiple people there. But on the opposite side, the sound was much clearer. Only one person was there—the masked man.

Without hesitation, she raised her gun and fired in his direction.

The masked man, who had been dashing through the darkness, had just smirked upon realizing Vincent was out of bullets. But in the next instant, a sharp pain shot through his ankle—a bullet had struck from an unexpected angle. He crashed to the ground.

Despite the injury, he aimed his gun at Vincent and the others who were closing in fast, preparing to fire.

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But Vincent had already switched weapons with one of his men right when Katelyn made her move.

Two bullets collided midair, sparking as they clashed before falling to the ground.

Vincent was quicker. He fired again, aiming directly at the masked man.

Where the bullet landed, however, was unclear. But Katelyn heard it—the unmistakable sound of metal tearing into flesh—a deep, muffled thud.

Without hesitation, she turned to the team behind her. “Move in!” Now, capturing the masked man was just a matter of time. Katelyn didn’t want Vincent to get hurt.

Again. His previous wound hadn’t even healed properly. Another injury… She didn’t even want to imagine the consequences.

Vincent’s men closed in, surrounding the masked man. It seemed like the battle was over.

Bang! A gunshot rang through the night. The masked man had shot himself in the head.

By the time Vincent reached him, he was already lifeless. Vincent barely spared the corpse a glance—his mind was elsewhere. Katelyn. With her vision still weak in the dark, she could have been hurt. Worry crept in as Vincent ran toward her, slightly breathless. “Katelyn, are you hurt?”

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