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Then, a frustrated sigh.

“Damn it, Noah.”

Noah could hear Adam pacing on the other end of the line.

“You’re outnumbered. You don’t even know who this guy is yet. You expect me to sit on my ass while you go in there alone?”

“That’s exactly what I expect.” Noah’s voice was calm. Cold. Unwavering.

“Listen, Lieutenant. If you come early, they scatter. If they scatter, we lose our chance to eliminate the root of this problem. Two hours gives me time to confirm the leader’s identity and end this properly.”

Adam was silent.

Noah let it hang in the air.

He knew what Adam would do. The Lieutenant was a professional, but he also trusted Noah’s instincts.

Finally, Adam exhaled sharply.

“Fine. Two hours. But if you don’t check in, I’m sending the team in regardless.”

“Understood.”

Noah ended the call before Adam could argue further.

Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he turned his full focus back onto the warehouse.

Time to prepare.

His target was coming.

And Noah would be waiting.

…

Time passed quickly. Inside the warehouse, the assassins spoke more and more, their voices calm.

Riner, still bandaged from his encounter earlier, straightened up. His tone was clipped, authoritative.

“He’s on his way. Shut down all the sensors.”

A nearby operative nodded, fingers flying across a small tablet.

“Done.”

None of them realized that the sensors had already been disabled—by Noah.

Outside, hidden in the shadows, Noah’s eyes narrowed.

Finally.

His patience had paid off. The person behind all of this—the real mastermind—was about to reveal himself.

Noah crouched behind the thick underbrush, his clairvoyance locked onto the road ahead.

Minutes passed.

Then, headlights cut through the darkness.

A black SUV rumbled down the dirt path, its engine a low, predatory growl.

The vehicle rolled to a smooth stop just outside the warehouse entrance.

Noah remained still, watching as the doors opened.

Four men stepped out.

One was older, in his mid-40s, with a commanding air about him.

The other three were younger, likely in their late 20s or early 30s, moving with the silent confidence of trained operatives.

Noah’s eyes flicked between them, his mind processing every detail.

None of them look familiar.

That didn’t mean much. Noah didn’t personally know everyone in the military or intelligence circles. But once this was over, Adam would.

And that was all that mattered.

The four men approached.

From the warehouse, one of the assassins stepped outside to greet them.

“Welcome, come in.” He gestured toward the door.

The older man gave a slight nod, about to step forward—

Then, in an instant, his entire team collapsed.

The four men hit the ground almost simultaneously, bodies limp.

The middle-aged man barely had time to process what had happened.

What—?!

His eyes darted downward towards the bodies.

A single bullet wound in each head.

Four bodies. Four headshots.

Noah stepped out of the shadows, his rifle aimed at the lone survivor.

His voice was calm. Unbothered. Absolute.

“Shhh.”

The middle-aged man’s breath hitched.

His hand twitched toward his Glock—

“One move…” Noah’s smirk was lethal, his voice taunting. “And you’re dead.”

The man hesitated, glancing at the corpses next to him.

To take out four trained operatives in seconds—

That meant Noah wasn’t alone.

He was being watched from multiple angles.

Or at least, that’s what he thought.

He slowly raised his hands, choosing survival over a reckless fight.

Noah took a step closer, keeping his rifle level.

Then, without warning, he reached out and gripped the man’s shoulder making it creak.

A faint pulse surged beneath his fingertips.

Advanced Memory Glance: Activated.

And then—

A flood of images filled Noah’s mind.

Conversations. Hidden meetings. Betrayal.

The man before him wasn’t just any officer.

He was embedded deep in the British military, a trusted official with access to classified intelligence.

A mole.

For years, he had been feeding information to Country R, slipping military strategies, defense layouts, and classified covert operations right under the noses of those who trusted him.

A snake in the heart of the military.

And tonight?

Tonight was meant to be two birds with one stone.

He had orchestrated this. The assassination order on the scientist? That had been his doing.

He had planted the intel that there would be an assassination attempt, deliberately leaking it to ensure that a special forces team would be deployed.

That way, when the assassins executed their mission, it wouldn’t just be the scientist who died—but an elite unit as well.

A double win.

The scientist?

A minor inconvenience.

His breakthrough had caught the wrong kind of attention from his handlers in Country R. The order to remove him had been passed down without hesitation.

But the real target had been the special forces team.

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They had been too effective on previous missions. Too unpredictable.

If they were eliminated in an operation designed to look like a routine protection mission gone wrong, then it would further solidify his position as a trusted informant.

He would be seen as the one who provided the tip, as the one who did his part.

It was a flawless setup.

The assassins had been given the drop late on purpose—to make sure that Noah and his team walked into an ambush.

They would be outnumbered, surrounded before they even knew what hit them.

And then—

Near total wipeout.

But now?

Now he was staring at the corpses of his men.

A mission that should have gone perfectly had turned into a one-sided slaughter.

His breath hitched as he realized the impossible.

The special forces team wasn’t dead.

The scientist was still alive.

And the only ones wiped out… were his assassins.

His own men.

Noah smiled as he processed the information he had received.

‘So it’s indeed this guy,’ Noah thought.

He was slightly worried that the real person did not come, but a decoy to check whether it was safe. But it seems like he gave him too much credit.

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