Chapter 1820

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The head of security rushed to catch up with Santos, leaving only a handful of tech staff in the control room. Curtis sat down and exchanged a glance with Hartlee, feeling a strange vibe in the air. Was Hartlee trying to help him out of a jam just now, or was it pure coincidence? Curtis knew better than to believe in coincidences.

He turned his attention back to the console. Whatever Hartlee's intentions were, now wasn't the time to get caught up in speculation. Ms. Mirabella had a tracker on her. Whether she knew it or not was a mystery... Curtis eyed the array of controls in front of him. If she was clueless, then he was ready to shake things up a bit.

As he looked away, Hartlee seemed deep in thought, his gaze fixed on the computer with the inserted chip. The red dot on the screen crept closer to the central area. Was it that bald-headed guy? Read complete version only at find·novel·net

Meanwhile, Mirabella was skillfully dodging the guards chasing her, her expression dark as she navigated the base. She had planned to stir up trouble from the start, but these guys had tracked her down way too fast. It was almost like they had some hack, knowing exactly where she was.

She suddenly stopped, taking a slow look around. The guards hadn't caught up yet, so the hallway was eerily quiet, confirming there were no stealthy figures lurking. Yet-

Mirabella's sharp instincts kicked in, telling her she was missing something. A faint rustling noise caught her attention, and she quickly turned towards it. A gray blur appeared, and realizing it was spotted, it shrank back into a corner. A rat? What was a rat doing here?

Before she could think further, Santos and the head of security appeared at the other end of the comidor. At the same time, the guards she had shaken off earlier were closing in from behind, boxing her in.

Mirabella kept her cool, her eyes meeting Santos's as he approacked with a mug look. He stopped about.. two meters away, his eyes locked on hers, and smirked, "First Nellie, now you. Ready to join forces with us?"

Mirabella casually fiddled with her wrist and replied with a hint of sarcasm, "Oh, dreaming about it might be quicker for you."

"So, you're not interested in keeping Nellie alive," Santos said softly.

"Feel free to try. See if she doesn't make it, or if you're the one meeting your maker first," Mirabella shot back, her eyes flashing with deadly intent as she whipped out her gun and fired at Santos.

Santos had been watching her closely and had already pulled a guard in front of him to take the bullet. The surrounding guards. reacted instantly, aiming their weapons at Mirabela. But with orders to take her alive, they avoided shooting at her vital points, which limited their actions significantly.

Mirabella dodged their shots with practiced agility, her gun now out of bullets. Santos sneered, "Why drag this out? You're not escaping today."