?<strong>Chapter 828:</strong>


    Allison stood back, watching the carnage unfold. This time, she didn’t need to lift a finger. Verruckt’s ferocity was more than enough to handle this crowd with ease.


    But she suddenly noticed something unusual. Redser sights flickered across the room, and she realized they were all zeroed in on their location.


    Bang!


    Thesers marked their targets with precision, and assassins began dropping, each shot finding its mark with deadly uracy.


    Allison’s brow furrowed as she assessed the situation. “Mr. Shaw, there’s a sniper nearby.” Perhaps it was one of their own.


    As if confirming her suspicion, the red dots flitted to another group, and four more assassins fell in rapid session.


    Verruckt turned his sharp gaze toward the darkness. “A sniper this precise, definitely not your average hired gun.”


    Without hesitation, he stopped his assault and gestured toward a nearby room. “Let’s hide in that room.”


    Allison followed closely, with Jareth bringing up the rear. Once they were inside, the sound of gunfire intensified outside.


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    The unmistakable burst of a machine gun rattled through the air.


    Rat-a-tat-tat…


    The weapon’s wielder had positioned themselves at the far end of the corridor, cutting off any escape routes. Trapped in the narrow hallway, the assassins had no chance; they were gunned down one by one. This wasn’t the sort of weapon Immortality Pharmaceuticals could pick up on the ck market. It had all the hallmarks of government-issued military equipment.


    Soon, the relentless machine gun fire fell silent.


    “Mr. Shaw, I trust we’re not toote,” someone called out, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The man knocked firmly on the door where Allison was. “Mrs. ke sent us. We’re acting on her orders.”


    After verifying the im, Verruckt opened the door. The group, equipped with military-grade shlights, illuminated the dark corridor as if it were daylight.


    The beams revealed a chaotic scene, walls riddled with bullet holes, the damage almost surreal. Allison observed them carefully.


    Nearly every member of the group carried a sleek ck machine gun, their postures taut and professional. Before long, Allison spotted Mollie again, walking through the chaos with a calm that felt almost surreal.


    The blood-streaked corridor, littered with bullet holes and debris, now fell into silence. It meant that all the assassins had been wiped out.


    “It’s good to see you again.” In the blood-soaked corridor, even the hem of Mollie’s dress remained spotless. Though her face was still thin, she no longer appeared so haggard.


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