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Chapter 246 Encounter on a narrow road

Katelyl stood in the corridor outside the banquet hall, a tray in her hand filled with silver cutlery.

She stood there for a full fifteen minutes.

My fingertips were slightly numb from tension.

Cattel was unsure whether the primary objective of the operation was inside.

Perhaps they are only separated by a wall.

But she cannot simply barge in; any rash action could become the trigger for failure.

Just as Katelyl was silently pondering a solution, footsteps suddenly sounded behind her.

She instinctively tightened her arms.

A figure approached.

Katelyl turned her head and instantly recognized the man's face.

It was him.

Riber, an officer in Chernivtsi.

The man recognized her too.

"What are you doing here?" He sounded somewhat surprised.

“Someone is sick,” Cattel replied truthfully. “Carl asked me to come up and temporarily fill in.”

The man nodded and moved slightly closer. "Is the name still in use?"

She didn't respond.

“Catelyle,” the man repeated, his voice soft, “is perfect for you.”

Upon hearing this, Katelyl looked up and met his gaze for the first time.

The man was a bit older than she remembered, with slightly shorter hair, but his eyes remained unchanged.

“Come in,” he said, staring at her nakedly. “Don’t just stand there like an idiot.”

Ignoring the implication in her tone, Katelyl agreed without hesitation.

An almost absurd stroke of luck, like a dream falling from the sky.

She carried the tray and followed the man into the banquet hall.

The lights weren't as bright as she'd imagined, and the room was filled with the smell of cigarettes and leather.

A dark red tablecloth was laid on the table.

The silverware had already been arranged, but there were still three empty spaces.

At this moment, the group was talking in hushed tones, their posture relaxed, as if they knew each other well.

Ketterle tried to keep a low profile and followed Riber's pointing finger toward the corner.

Along the way, she caught a glimpse of that person out of the corner of her eye.

The man in the intelligence photo.

He was sitting at the far left, slender, and wearing round-framed glasses.

He appeared quiet, even somewhat frail.

Cattelly knew who that was.

Know his role, know his involvement, know the documents he signed on this land.

Katelyl took a deep breath.

“Get those empty seats ready,” Riber instructed. “They’re going to be talking for a long time.”

She nodded and bent down to begin setting things up.

When the tray was placed down, Cattel felt her palms were soaked with sweat.

The Beretta was pressed against her leg.

All she had to do was reach out.

Just pull it out.

As long as you don't hesitate.

No one at the scene could react faster than her.

There is no better opportunity than this.

Using the long table as cover, Kadelair stealthily reached under the folds of her skirt.

However, the moment the warm metal touched his hand—

Sudden changes occur.

The banquet hall doors were suddenly pushed open.

A man strode in, followed closely by two soldiers.

"Report!" the visitor called out.

"The northern section of the third floor of Area A was attacked."

"There were bullet holes at the scene; a total of ten people were killed."

"The perpetrator's identity is unknown, but he is suspected of being an infiltrator from hostile armed groups and may not have left the building yet."

The room immediately fell silent.

Everyone stopped.

Including Kate Lyle.

Did they make their move ahead of time?
But this was completely different from what was planned.

Could something unexpected have happened?

At the same time, the man next to her quickly stood up and drew his gun after hearing the report.

The bespectacled man's expression changed instantly.

"Emergency evacuation," he said in a deep voice. "We'll go through the tunnels."

The people inside the room had already gotten up.

Katelyl stood still.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, one beat after another.

She could hear the blood flowing inside her body.

Finally, Ketterle gripped the pistol.

"You, come with me."

Just then, Riber's voice came, causing her to freeze instantly.

The man simply stood a short distance away, his face showing no panic, only a slight frown.

“Come with us,” he said. “It’s not safe here, and we want to avoid leaks.”

Upon hearing this, Kettering secretly breathed a sigh of relief. That was much more reliable than firing the gun here.

There are fewer people, even though we're closer together.

She feigned gratitude, smiled at the man, and then followed the retreating group.

They walked from the main hall through the south corridor.

Then, go down through the iron gate at the end.

The stone steps were steep, allowing only two people to pass at a time, and the walls were rough, with a damp smell wafting out.

Ketterle consistently ranked second to last.

She is waiting.

Waiting for a turn, a small change, a moment of unobstructed view—but nothing came.

The guards were too close to the target.

There is no guarantee of a one-hit kill.

Ahead was a corridor filled with pipes, with only a few sparse small lights on the ceiling.

Just as they were about to pass by, the leading soldier suddenly stopped.

"Shhh."

He raised his hand and pressed it against the wall.

Immediately afterwards, a figure emerged from the narrow doorway in front.

The service staff were dressed casually and had indifferent expressions.

He is Asian.

Katelyl stood at the back of the line, peeked out slightly, and instinctively held her breath.

This person... this person has a problem.

The clothes don't fit, and the shoes are wrong.

Most importantly—the race is wrong.

There couldn't possibly be any Asians in the castle.

The sergeant noticed it as well.

But no shots were fired.

This is an enclosed structure; gunfire would cause chaos and reveal their location.

So the leader stepped forward and casually offered a few words of comfort to the Asian.

In the dim light, Ketterel noticed his right hand slowly reaching towards his waist.

That's a dagger.

He planned to be executed silently.

The Asian man was still laughing, seemingly completely unaware of the danger.

Catley felt as if something was stuck in her throat.

It wasn't fear, it was suffocation.

She knew this scene all too well.

Inside the room. On the street. Beside the truck.

At first, no one moved it, and then it became completely immobile.

He might be one of our own.

wrong.

It's not possible.

It is certain.

We can't hesitate any longer.

Ketterle gritted his teeth, drew his pistol, quickly cocked it, and aimed.

The next second—

"boom!"

The bespectacled man fell to the ground with a thud, his skull was ripped off, and blood splattered everywhere.

There seemed to be mournful wails all around.

But Ketterle felt a deafening roar in his ears, his vision went black, and his eyes swayed violently.

She couldn't hear anyone shouting, and she couldn't tell if she was crying.

It wasn't until the bullet jammed that I seemed to finally wake up from the nightmare.

Ketterle saw blood.

But there was more to come than expected, including the mangled corpses.

The air smelled of rust, along with a odor similar to a mixture of gastric juices and feces.

This couldn't possibly be the effect of a pistol.

It couldn't have been her.

who is it?

Katelyl suddenly looked up.

The Asians are still standing there.

Suddenly, a rifle he had never seen before appeared in his hand.

The gun was pointed directly at her.

Katelyl's heart skipped a beat.

She instinctively raised her left hand, and then immediately released the gun handle with her right.

"I'm one of them! Don't shoot!"

Then--

"boom!"

Katelyl closed her eyes in despair.

But the pain did not come.

She didn't fall down.

The one who died was Riber.

A small gash appeared on his forehead, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)