"It''s you?" Cyrus and Angelina were both shocked.


    The man before them was the same assassin who had severely injured Angelina during theirst


    encounter and abducted Lauren.


    Now, he was here again. Though he remained unmoved, his presence still sent chills down Angelina''s


    spine.


    Meanwhile, Cyrus stared incredulously at Remy''s familiar yet unfamiliar face. He looked a lot like


    Damien.


    "If you had fired and killed any of them, you might have had a chance to catch up. Unfortunately, you


    didn''t."


    Remy''s eyes were cold, and his hands were tucked into the pockets of his ck leather jacket. His


    tone dripped with disdain toward Cyrus as he said, "That''s why I''ve always looked down on you police


    officers.


    "Even with the power to punish evil, you still hesitate just to look out for yourselves. Now, you won''t


    catch up."


    "Who... are you?" Cyrus asked sternly. His forehead was covered in sweat.


    "You''re about to die. There''s no point in knowing." As Remy said that, a glint of coldness shed in his


    eyes. He then suddenly moved, charging straight toward Cyrus.


    "Angelina! Quickly go after them! Inform Lyse and Jasper that Lauren is in danger!" Cyrus shouted at


    Angelina, narrowly avoiding a fierce punch from Remy.


    Angelina nodded anxiously. Although she was worried about Cyrus'' safety, she wouldn''t catch the


    kidnappers if she joined the fight. Also, she couldn''t defeat this terrifying man. She would only be a


    hindrance.


    So, splitting up was the only way they might have a chance.


    However, as Angelina ran a few steps, another person wearing a ck outfit and mask blocked her


    path.


    Judging by the figure, it was a woman.


    "Go to hell!" Angelina, desperate to save Lauren, felt a surge of anger.


    While Cyrus and Remy were fighting intensely, she fought with the female assassin, who appeared out


    of nowhere.


    Despite Angelina''s old injuries, she fought with all her might, attacking fiercely and swiftly. However, the


    assassin was very cunning, skillfully evading and using soft techniques to restrain Angelina''s ferocity.


    Angelina''s eyes turned bloodshot. She pulled out a folding knife from her waist and stabbed the woman


    before her without hesitation.


    To her surprise, the woman didn''t dodge. Instead, she took the blow head-on.


    "Ugh!" She let out a painful whimper. The knife struck just below her corbone.


    Since it was dark, Angelina couldn''t see clearly. Otherwise, it could have been a fatal blow, possibly


    killing the woman on the spot.


    Angelina''s pupils contracted sharply. "Why..."


    She couldn''t believe that the woman couldn''t dodge it. And even if she couldn''t dodge, she wouldn''t be


    injured this severely.


    "Hurry... to the abandoned old factory in the western suburbs... The person you''re looking for should


    have been taken there..."


    The woman gasped for breath but pushed Angelina forcefully. "Hurry!"


    Angelina stared at her weak yet determined eyes. After a nod, she got up and sprinted away.


    Meanwhile, Cyrus was showing signs of fatigue in his fierce fight with Remy.


    In all his years as a police officer, he had never encountered anyone who could fight like this man. He


    was like a killing machine with unmatchedbat skills.


    While others grew tired from fighting, this man seemed to be more energized, as if he were on


    drugs.


    "Ugh!"


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    Remy delivered a spinning kick in mid-air, knocking Cyrus heavily to the ground.


    Suddenly, he took out a gleaming military knife, which shed a chilling light in the dark and gloomy


    night.


    As he leaped to his feet, Cyrus quickly drew his gun, gripping it tightly with both hands and aiming


    directly at Remy''s head.


    "Don''t move!"


    At that moment, Cyrus was on the ground, and Remy knelt over him with the sharp knife raised in his


    right hand, aiming for Cyrus'' heart.


    "I''ll give you another chance. Go ahead, shoot."


    Remy showed no fear. Instead, he was smiling. "As long as you shoot, all the troubles will be gone.


    Come on."


    Cyrus was soaked in a cold sweat and was breathing heavily. Even his hands, which never shook,


    were trembling slightly.


    It was fine when this man didn''t smile. When he smiled, Damien''s face appeared vividly before Cyrus''


    eyes.


    "You''ve missed this chance too. Goodbye, officer."


    Before Remy''s smile even faded, the sharp knife was already thrust toward Cyrus'' heart.