Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez
Secrets Of Mr S 445

Chapter 445

Yvette casually picked up a baseball cap from the sofa and stood up. She wore a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and a familiar pair of canvas shoes. The cap covered most of her face, leaving only her sharp jawline exposed. She glanced indifferently at the sniper rifles on the table, picked up the one closest to her, and chambered a round in one fluid motion. Her movements were clean, and precise, and exuded a cool confidence. Jeremiah also walked over and chose a rifle. Emmett, Charles, and Samantha, realizing this wasn't a time for shock, each selected a suitable sniper rifle. Eagle King had already made his choice.

Samantha, though experienced with guns at the club, had never handled a sniper rifle before and was practically buzzing with excitement.

Yvette glanced at Samantha's excited face and said in a cool, clear voice, "The recoil on a sniper rifle is much stronger than a handgun. Be careful."

Samantha nodded. "Don't worry, Yvette, I'll be careful."

Samantha knew she wasn't the main force; her goal was simply not to hold the others back.

Once everyone was ready, Emmett opened the door. The next second, they heard chaotic footsteps and cries coming from the hallway.

Yvette and Jeremiah led the way, with Emmett and Charles on either side, and Eagle King close to Samantha.

For Charles, who had grown up in the underworld, Emmett, who had been to battlefields with Jeremiah, and Eagle King, who lived on the edge of life and death daily, this scene was nothing out of the ordinary.

In the corridor on the fifth floor, people were crouching on the ground, hugging their heads and trembling.

Some tried to plead for mercy, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they were shot dead by the black-clad men. Seeing this, the others dared not speak a word.

The entire hotel had fallen. Each floor was littered with the bodies of those who had tried to resist-men and women, old and young. On every floor, a dozen black-clad men guarded the area, searching each room for valuables.

On the fifth floor, the black-clad men saw Yvette and the others emerge and immediately approached with a menacing air. Yvette and Jeremiah exchanged a glance and smiled.

The black-clad men, approaching with aggressive intent, saw the sniper rifles in the group's hands and shouted to their companions in the local language, "They have guns, be on guard!"

In the next second, a bullet pierced the black-clad man's body, and he fell to the ground, eyes wide open in shock. The bullet had been fired by Yvette.

Samantha watched Yvette shoot; her eyes filled with admiration. She thought, 'This is what it means to be ruthless and efficient. One shot, one kill. So cool!

The other black-clad men immediately opened fire on Yvette, Jeremiah and the group. Yvette held the sniper rifle with a stoic expression, firing at the advancing black-clad men. Every shot hit its mark.

Jeremiah, watching the advancing men, took out one after another with precise shots. Soon, all twenty-odd black-clad men on the fifth-floor lay dead at the hands of Yvette and Jeremiah.

Samantha, standing behind them, was dumbfounded. She thought, 'What happened to fighting together? I'm just lying here and winning. This feels more like a 'game' for Yvette and Jeremiah.

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Emmett and Charles shared the same feeling. The two of them had only managed to kill two people, while the rest were taken down by Yvette and Jeremiah.

Only Eagle King seemed at ease. He was already very used to it. There is nothing to be surprised about with just a few dozen people.

To Yvette, even a hundred or more were just small fry, mere practice targets. His job was simply to protect Samantha from behind. Suddenly, Yvette's eyes narrowed, and at the same time, Jeremiah quickly turned around, though Yvette was faster. Yvette raised her sniper rifle, aiming at the black-clad man who had just appeared at the top of the stairs. She lightly pulled the trigger, a defiant smile curling the corners of her mouth, with a hint of mischief.

The black-clad man hadn't expected that the moment he appeared, a bullet as swift as a meteor would be waiting for him. A blood hole instantly appeared on his forehead, and he crumpled to the ground.

This scene shocked all the ordinary people on the fifth floor. Some, seeing the bodies scattered on the ground, let out shrill screams, as if they had been severely traumatized. The entire floor echoed with their piercing cries.

Yvette watched the panicked crowd, her brow furrowing, and her eyes clear and deep. "Shut up," she said softly, but the words immediately silenced the boiling crowd.

Everyone trembled as they looked at Yvette. They had all seen her, like a goddess of death, take down each black-clad man with a single, precise headshot.

Several of the black-clad men had died gruesome deaths, yet this girl hadn't even flinched, her eyes devoid of any emotion. Yvette didn't realize that the people looking at her were even more terrified than they were of the black-clad men. It was truly frightening. The corridor was now filled with a heavy scent of blood. Jeremiah watched Yvette, who was radiating a cold aura, his gaze deep. He squeezed her hand and then barked at the terrified crowd, "Back to your rooms."

The crowd scrambled to their rooms, closing the doors tightly. Yvette turned her head, her eyes cold and her voice indifferent. "Emmett, fourth floor. Eagle King, take Samantha to the third floor. Charles, second floor. Jeremiah and I will go to the first floor." Compared to the other floors, the first floor was the most dangerous place. The leader of the Crimson Blades and most of the black-clad men were there.

Emmett nodded. "Got it, Yvette. Once I clean up the fourth floor, I'll join you on the first floor."

Charles also nodded. "I understood, Yvette."

Eagle King was still wearing his loose shorts, tank top, and most notably, his blue flip-flops. Anyone who didn't know him might think he was just a renter. His appearance was decidedly unconventional.

Seeing a hint of worry in Samantha's eyes, Yvette said firmly, "Eagle King may dress a bit oddly, but his skills are nothing to worry about."

Samantha's lips twitched. She thought, 'While I wanted to believe in Eagle King, his outfit really didn't give me much confidence'

Eagle King's heart broke. He felt so wronged. "The boss just doesn't appreciate fashion. This outfit is from the latest fashion week, and these flip-flops are one of only three pairs in the world. How can they be ugly?' he thought.

Eagle King fell silent for a moment, then turned to look at Samantha, patting his own chest. "Samantha, don't worry. I'm not bragging, but these punks, one by one, won't stand a chance. Follow me, and you'll be safe."

To lighten the mood, he rattled off a quick rhyme. "Samantha fly high, Eagle King will be right by your side."

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Emmett couldn't take it anymore. She thought, 'Eagle King was nothing but a living, breathing comedian. Where does Yvette replace all these quirky friends?'

Emmett said, "Yvette, Jeremiah, I'm heading down," and turned to leave.

Charles, with a stern face, said, "Yvette, Jeremiah, I'm going down too," and followed suit.

Now, Charles wished more than ever that the second-ranked assassin had the same name as Eagle King by coincidence. If the second-ranked assassin was anything like Eagle King, he would really need to reevaluate his life.

Eagle King watched the two as they walked away and scoffed. "These two must not have girlfriends; they don't have a sense of humor at all, he thought. Just as Eagle King was about to say something to Yvette, Jeremiah interrupted, "Let's go down too."

Yvette nodded slightly, her brows furrowed with a cold expression, not even sparing a glance at Eagle King. Yvette and Jeremiah walked away as well. Samantha stood there, looking at Eagle King. She thought, 'Oh God. I want to leave too.

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