Reading the article, Lauren frowned. "A group filled with demon power? Isn't it strange, related to the same incident of those with demonic Chi cleared out?" She continued browsing, studying Geronimo's pictures. Shaking her head, she pondered, "This isn't him. The person who commanded lightning that night at the mystic mountain was young, so it's not him. Now, this Geronimo is the most powerful man in the city, right? Then who's the other man? Why is his identity somewhat blurry?" Sipping her coffee, she delved into her thoughts.At that moment it was as if she had thought of something. She placed the cup down and picked up a pen and a paper and wrote Geronimo name down and also made a question mark which was going to represent Oliver Storm. She started to search for more news about the Vector Gang and stumbled upon recent reports of their collaborative efforts with the police to eradicate other criminal organizations. A pattern caught Detective Lauren's discerning eye – every time
The waiter quickly fabricated an excuse, "I've got a terrible headache, Chef. I need to step outside for some fresh air; otherwise, I might end up fainting right here.”The head cook, somewhat sympathetic, waved him off, "Alright, go take a break. But make it quick; we can't afford to be short-staffed right now.""Thank you, Chef. I'll be back in a few minutes," the waiter said, hurrying out of the kitchen. As the waiter hurried out of the kitchen, he navigated through the bustling hotel trying to avoid suspicion, he skillfully weaved through the crowd, his eyes darting left and right. He bumped into a fellow employee in the hotel lobby, quickly apologizing with a nervous smile and a muttered sorry.Every glance from a fellow staff member made him jittery, but he managed to keep his composure.Before heading to Maria's suite, he needed to make a detour into the hotel itself. As he entered the hotel's main corridor, he spotted the elevator and discreetly pressed the button to call it.
The waiter frowned and said, "Maybe poor connection. The hotel has a 24/7 WiFi connection; let me connect." He took the phone and tried to connect."Ah, it's not working. It's not connecting. I don't know why, maybe it could be a weather problem," he said, attempting to offer an explanation.Maria clenched her fists, realizing her attempt to gather information had failed miserably. Little did she know, Alice's swift action had disrupted her connection before any significant damage could occur."Fine, forget it. I don't need the internet now. Just leave!"“Leave?” The waiter frowned and raised the condom. “What about what we agreed on?” He askedMaria scowled and snapped, "Leave means leave! You failed at the one thing I asked you to do, so you get nothing in return. Get out!"The waiter, frustrated and feeling slighted, retorted, "I risked a lot to bring you that phone, and now you're giving me excuses?”“I needed a phone, you brought it without me getting what I want, just leave don'
Detective Lauren watched with a faint smile. Only if she had known that the mysterious person whose identity had been giving him a headache was the same person who just held her; her smile would have disappeared.Oliver entered the hotel and headed straight for the elevator, a determined expression on his face. He pressed the button for Maria's floor. Meanwhile, in Maria's hotel room, the atmosphere was tense. Maria, standing near the shattered glass table, wore an anxious expression. The waiter, still recovering from the glass table impact, looked frightened as Alice glared at him. He was shaking as if he was an epileptic patient. "Boss, it's not my fault," the waiter stammered.Alice's patience wore thin, and she responded with a resounding slap across his face. "Shut up! I said who will deal with you is on the way." The room echoed with tension. The waiter stayed mute afraid to say a word and then regretting too. Within three minutes, the door swung open, revealing the imposing
Detective Lauren stealthily approached the front door, her steps calculated and silent. As she neared, she spotted a guard stationed there. With precision, she raised her pistol, aiming carefully, and fired a single shot. The guard staggered backward, a look of shock on his face, before collapsing to the ground with a thud. Lauren swiftly moved forward, ensuring the guard was incapacitated, before continuing on her mission.Peering through the narrow gap of the gate, Detective Lauren observed the scene inside. Her eyes widened as she saw numerous guards patrolling the compound, their vigilant gazes scanning the area. She quickly assessed the situation, realising the challenge ahead of her. “Damn their security is tight but I must be able to capture Geronimo tonight.” She whisperedDetective Lauren crouched, her eyes scanning the perimeter of Geronimo's compound. The moon cast a pale glow over the landscape, illuminating the silhouettes of the guards as they patrolled the area.With p
Immediately, Sophia threw herself onto the bed, her exhaustion evident in the weariness that weighed down her limbs. However, just as she was about to succumb to sleep's embrace, a nagging thought interrupted her peace."How could I forget my phone downstairs?" she muttered to herself, eyes snapping open with a sudden realisation. With a resigned sigh, she rose from the bed and made her way out of her room.Meanwhile, Detective Lauren, after ensuring the coast was clear, silently slipped into the grand Hall of Geronimo's house. The air was thick with silence, punctuated only by the faint hum of the television.Tightening her grip on her gun, she began to cautiously survey her surroundings. Her gaze alighted upon a bag sitting prominently on the centre table. Intrigued, she approached and gingerly lifted the bag's flap, revealing its contents. Inside the bag was filled with guns of sizes, from pistols to others. Setting the bag of firearms aside, Detective Lauren began to methodically
Sophia used every trick in her arsenal to gain the upper hand, her movements fluid and unpredictable. She feinted, ducked, and weaved, making it difficult for Lauren to anticipate her next move."You can't keep up with me," Sophia taunted, landing a swift jab to Lauren's ribs.But Lauren was resilient, refusing to back down. She countered Sophia's attacks with precise blocks and calculated strikes of her own."Don't underestimate me," Lauren growled, deflecting Sophia's punches with well-timed parries.The two women continued to clash, their movements a blur of speed. Sophia's tricks were effective, but Lauren refused to be outmaneuvered. She adapted to Sophia's tactics, anticipating her moves and countering with her own.Their fight escalated from punches and kicks to a desperate grapple, each trying to gain the upper hand. In a moment of fury, they locked onto each other's necks, fingers tightening around throats as they struggled for dominance.Locked in a deadly struggle, Lauren
Kritical's eyes widened in shock at Sophia's proposition. He blinked rapidly, trying to process her words. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out at first. He glanced at Sophia, then back at Lauren, his expression a mix of disbelief and uncertainty.Lauren's eyes widened in disbelief, her shock evident on her face. "What nonsense is this?" Sophia smiled menacingly, her eyes glinting with malice. "Of course, you'll be enjoyed by Kritical unless you are ready to speak up," she taunted, her voice dripping with menace."I'll kill you if you let him touch me!" Lauren roared defiantly, her voice filled with rage and desperation."Come on, your empty threats don't move me," Sophia retorted dismissively, turning her gaze back to Kritical. "Go on," she commanded.Kritical nodded nervously, his hands trembling slightly as he approached Lauren. Despite her struggles and protests, he continued to advance. As Kritical hesitantly approached, Lauren's heart pounded with fear and fury. Sh