Just as he was about to examine it, he paused and looked up sharply.


    He directed Everett, “Mr.


    Gomez, given your involvement in simr circles as Mr.


    Murray, you’re better positioned to navigate this.


    While we’vee up empty here, why don’t you assist my team?”


    Everett, aware of the gravity of dealing with someone from the National Security Bureau-especially Nathan—did not hesitate.


    “I’m on it,” he replied promptly, eager to avoid any implication of ipetence.


    With Everett dispatched, the room fell silent again.


    Nathan finally unfolded the paper.


    It was crisp, its neat folds stark against the chaos of the scene.


    Clearly, it had been prepared with a specific purpose in mind.


    “An eye for an eye.


    Your tactics are as bizarre as usual, but this time, you’re doomed to lose to me.


    By Cory Powell.


    ”


    Cory had chosen the alias Mr.


    Murray.


    Nathan’s mind was suddenly invaded by the image of a familiar yet malevolent face.


    Holding the note, he recognized the handwriting and the name, triggering a flood of long-buried memories.


    Back then, he and Cory were both distinguished figures in the military, stationed in different theaters of operation.


    During a joint military exercise, Cory had openly challenged Nathan’s reputation as the best in the military, proposing a one-on-onepetition.


    Eagerly, Nathan epted.


    They tested each other inbat skills, tactical knowledge, and team strategies.


    Nathan consistently outperformed Cory in every aspect.Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    Cory, known for his arrogance and bravado, could not ept defeat and repeatedly challenged Nathan.


    Their rivalry turned into familiarity through these contests, and eventually, they fought side by side, bing legends in their own right.


    But… then everything changed with a fire in Beverville.


    Foreign criminals had infiltrated the town, wreaking havoc and causing widespread violence.


    Nathan and Cory had each led their squads into the fray, but soon after, devastating news arrived—Cory had been trapped in a fire.


    Nathan had raced to the scene, but arrived only to find devastation—smoke and mes everywhere.


    Whenever Cory’s name came up in conversation after that, it was met with a solemn shake of the head.


    The style and script of the note were unmistakably Cory’s.


    In that instant, Nathan knew it was him.


    “Nathan, have you found anything?”


    Lucinda entered the room, her presence apanied by the sharp scent of disinfectant.


    Upon the doctor’s arrival, she had taken the opportunity to freshen up using the avable cleaning supplies.


    Now, her face radiant and refreshed, she appeared rejuvenated in her clean attire.