Chapter 1211
Lydia never asked questions about what her captain planned to do; she just
followed orders blindly.
Gripping her fists, she answered with absolute seriousness, “Got it, Captain. Leave it to me. You get some rest p>
Once the instructions were given, Serena headed straight to her room.
After shutting the door, she changed into a black hoodie and cargo pants, attire better suited for movement and stealth.
Pulling up the hood, she flawlessly evaded everyone’s line of sight and slipped out through a concealed side exit of the hotel.
Just as she pushed open the glass side door.
A tall, imposing figure strode directly toward her.
In the brief moment they brushed past each other, Serena’s eyes narrowed slightly.
She acutely caught a very faint scent emanating from the man.
It was the scent of blood and gunpowder, the kind of metallic tang that seeped into one’s bones only after surviving on the edge of life and death through endless slaughter.
She was all too familiar with this scent.
Serena did not break her stride. She merely shifted her gaze slightly, using the shadow of her hood to cast a rapid, sweeping look at him.
He was a remarkably tall and striking man.
Visually well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and long legs.
Even though he wore a simple black civilian jacket, his impeccable physique and the lethal aura radiating from his every movement could not hide the iron-blooded
authority of a top-tier Elyndorian soldier.
Serena’s eyes narrowed a fraction more.
His chiseled features and sharp, commanding brow gave her a faint sense of familiarity.
Where had she seen him before?
However, Serena, who boasted a photographic memory, genuinely could not recall exactly where they might have crossed paths.
She assumed she had caught a fleeting glimpse of him while handling classified missions at the Federal Defense Command in Elyndor.
Taking only that single glance, Serena expressionlessly withdrew her gaze and disappeared into the night.
At that precise moment, the man, who had been staring straight ahead, stopped abruptly.
He snapped his head around, his predatory gaze locking onto the retreating silhouette of the girl.
The man narrowed his eyes, tracking her movements with deep vigilance and probing curiosity.
He didn’t notice the girl they had just passed because of the stunning profile hidden beneath her hood, but rather out of the lethal intuition of an apex predator sensing a dangerous. equal. Content Belongs
During those brief seconds they brushed past each other p>
The girl appeared to walk with a casual, lazy gait, but her center of gravity was incredibly grounded and stable.
Every seemingly random step flawlessly exploited every single blind spot of the nearby security cameras.
More importantly… he had noticed the thin layer of calluses faintly visible on the webbing and inner index finger of her hand.
Those were gun calluses, ground into the skin from years of handling heavy weaponry.
This seemingly young Elyndorian girl was a highly trained operative, and… “Not simple,” the man murmured, his gaze darkening as he stared at her back.
“What are you looking at?” Another tall, solidly built Elyndorian man in civilian clothes slapped a hand on his shoulder.
Following his line of sight, he only saw the girl turning down an alley, leaving nothing but a glimpse of a ponytail beneath a black hood.
“Whoa, has the lone wolf finally
shown some interest?” The
teammate rubbed his chin, unable to
resist teasing him. Drake, never
thought you’d actually find a girl
interesting p>
“But seriously, that little Elyndorian girl is definitely pretty, however He patted the man known as Drake Hunter on the shoulder. “Judging by her outfit and age, she’s probably
just a college student. Don’t go robbing the cradle p>
Drake shot him a cold glare, swatting his hand away and pulling his gaze back.
“How did the check-in go p>