Chapter 332
Inside the villa, while Briar and Ashton waited for trouble to arrive, Beatrice finally got what she had been desperately hoping for. Four clite mercenaries.
The moment they got close, Beatrice impatiently pointed to Ashton’s villa. “That’s the one! Go inside and kill that woman, Briar? Kill her!”
Her expression was excited, and her tone was frantic, as if Briar were already dead.
Beatrice hired these four mercenaries from overseas. Rumor had it that they had never failed a mission.
Their fees were several times higher than those of other mercenaries. But the price was justifiable.
Beatrice was confident that for such a high price, they would surely kill Briar.
Once Briar was dead, the so–called truths she was investigating would be buried forever.
Edgar could come back, she would still be the Jennings family’s pampered young lady, and all the Jennings family assets would still be hers to claim.
The four mercenaries were unfazed by Beatrice’s frantic behavior. They nodded and dispersed to scout the
area.
On the way, they had already familiarized themselves with the general layout of the villa.
However, when they saw Ashton’s villa, they were shocked to find it had been specially modified. To snipe accurately, they had to find the most advantageous position. Furthermore, breaking into the villa would likely be difficult.
Just as rumored, Ashton’s abilities were truly unfathomable.
Ashton hadn’t owned the villa for long, yet he had already fortified it so thoroughly.
They now had to deal with not only Ashton but also Briar, the mercenary instructor.
Even if they hadn’t been trained by her personally, if word got out internationally that they had taken a job to kill Briar, they would be shunned by the rest of the mercenary world.
However, given the employer’s generous payment, Briar had to die tonight. The payout was just too good. They had to kill Briar.
Under the dim, yellow glow of the streetlights, the four of them silently approached the villa, each finding a suitable spot to hide.
Inside, Briar was lounging on the sofa, snacking on fruit. The moment the first mercenary scaled the villa’s outer wall, she put the fruit plate down. “They’re here.”
Ashton first took a towel and wiped the moisture from her hands, then pressed a gun into her palm. “I’ll take the ones coming from the front. You take care of the one in back?”
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The hidden monitor clearly showed three men sneaking in through the front door, while a lone sniper was lying in wait at the back
Briar raised an eyebrow. “Are you underestimating me? I’ll handle the three at the front door. You go take out the sniper at the back.”
Ashton nodded resignedly. “Yes, whatever you say.”
With that, he turned and headed toward the back door.
Briar quickly moved to a window, crouching behind a thick clump of bird–of–paradise leaves. She had already raised her gun, its muzzle trained squarely on one mercenary’s head.
Without hesitation, a shot rang out. The man collapsed, his brains and blood splattering across the courtyard wall.
The other two mercenaries hiding along the wall were too scared to move a muscle. It was too fast.
Despite their caution, one of their partners was shot in the head less than a minute after they neared the villa.
The two inside the villa didn’t even consider using silenced guns, completely unconcerned that the gunshots would panic the neighbors.
Then again, the only neighbor nearby was Briar herself. Their villas were right next to each other.
The other houses were much farther away. Even if they heard the noise, no one would likely risk running out in the middle of the night to investigate.
After waiting tensely for ten more seconds and hearing no further shots, the remaining two mercenaries gathered their courage and crept forward again.
A gentle breeze swept up the fallen leaves. Although it wasn’t particularly cold, the two mercenaries suddenly felt an inexplicable, bone–chilling cold.
An indescribable fear washed over the two mercenaries, especially when the courtyard lights suddenly dimmed. It was the unmistakable feeling of being watched by a predator.
Since becoming mercenaries, they had never felt terror like this before. It was as if their every move was completely under the other party’s control.
And the fact that no new shot had come wasn’t mercy, wasn’t hesitation. It was a cat playing with its prey.
The only light in the courtyard was the faint glimmer of the moon. Logically, they should have had the advantage. They were in the dark, and the targets were in the light. They shouldn’t be afraid.
But only the two mercenaries knew that the air around them was thick with tension and danger.
In this terrifying and unknown environment, even their breathing became ragged.
They panicked. A mercenary could fear death, but they must never panic.
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Fearing death kept their minds sharp, allowing them to complete missions with maximum efficiency.
But panic was fatal. It would cloud their perception and judgment of danger, which was a death sentence.
And now, they were walking to their deaths.
Before the two mercenaries could react, two shots rang out, and they went to meet their God.
It took less than two minutes to kill the three mercenaries.
As Briar fired the first shot, Ashton, who had already reached the back door, also opened fire.
The sniper at the back door died without ever understanding how their team of four could be killed so quickly.
After all, they were elite international mercenaries who had never failed a mission. In the end, they were killed by Ashton and Briar without even seeing their faces.
Regret, despair… Filled with such feelings, all they could do was close their eyes and die unwillingly.
Ashton strolled back into the living room with a smile, where Briar was already back on the sofa, calmly wiping her fingers with a wet wipe. “Honey, your shooting is as precise as ever. As expected of an instructor from DDC’s special forces training base.”
“Your aim is impressive too. You sent a sniper to meet his God without giving him a chance to retaliate.” Briar returned the compliment.
Ashton sat back down beside Briar, also wiping his fingers with a wet wipe. “Of course. We’re a family, after all. Since you’re so capable, I can’t be the weak one.”
Briar said quietly, “That gunshot should have scared off those two foolish women, right?”
Ashton was noncommittal. “Who knows? What if they think the four mercenaries succeeded?”
Briar said, “They can’t be that stupid, can they?”
“Let’s wait and see. If those four mercenaries don’t return, they’ll figure out we’ve already killed them.” In fact, what Ashton really wanted to do was dump the bodies of the four mercenaries in front of Emily and Beatrice.
He would let them see the consequences of messing with them.
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