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Henrick asked Boone when he noticed that he was also taking some guns on the other crate. “I’m coming with you. Obviously.” He replied nonchalantly. Instead of wasting more time questioning his friend’s behavior, Henrick focused on taking a pic of his own gun. They didn’t take a while before the two settled on colt 1911 and Beretta M9 for Henrick and ARAK-21 XRS for Boone. “An Armalite?” Dave mockingly asked Boone. “You’re so confident to use that thing huh.” Neither of them laugh at his joke. “Let’s finish the deal already.”

Henrod was shaking from anger and immediately ordered through his walkie-talkie. "Spread out and fight back. Take that damned thing out." Henrod grabbed an anti-material rifle from his car after yellowing out orders and started to aim at the monster. The anti-material rifle was a powerful weapon that even Sanctuary level cultivators would not dare to take head-on. It was a new weapon Lars assigned to him. One anti-material rifle was worth about ten million dollars. However, a bone-chilling coldness washed over Henrod. Henrod was caught off guard. He felt his body freeze, unable to turn around.

I took a seat next to Noah, scanning the faces around the table. Julian sat across from me, his usual smirk in place but I wasn’t fooled. There was always something calculating about him, something dangerous lurking beneath the charm. Noah cleared his throat, pulling the room’s attention to him. “We have two main priorities. One, we need to figure out exactly what Hennessy is planning with these weapons. Two, we need leverage against her.” His assistant slid a folder across the table. “We traced some of her recent transactions. She’s securing shipments under a shell company operating out of South America. The shipments are arriving within the next 48 hours.”

But then his mother's voice fell softly on his ears as he closed the carton of his greasy obsession, he exhaled as he nodded. "How are you, honey?" He said after a long pause, reaching for her frail hands. "I'm fine, now" NOW RENNÈ, PARIS. “Man identified from the Zur-“ Zachary’s mum had hoped in his front, turning off the news then she exhaled suspiciously. “You need to relax-“ She stretched before a pause. “Why did you do that?” He asked and she scoffed, her arms on her hips. “Do what?”

“I didn’t bring anything did i?” “No” Alex agrees “but I called ahead and we have a maid called Hannah and she is your age, she went shopping for nightwear and something she called ‘joggers and comfies’ for you as you will be indoors for a while recovering” Well the first thing I want to do is kiss Hannah for knowing exactly what I need. The second is to laugh at my brother and how confused he is by my potential outfits. I realise my brothers probably do not know a thing about teenage women.

I rolled my eyes because I wanted to work on this on my own but my boss will not let me. "If I have to...But, just one. I don't want to train two new people." I said. Annie then looked through the folders she was holding before she said, "I have just the one! This guy is experienced. He has worked for us before as an intern before he got injured. Now he is back and is eager to prove himself." I nodded in agreement before I waved at her to let me be. "Okay. I will send him your way after lunch." Annie said.

Then his picture, name, and other related information appeared. "Henri Fabious, 26 years of age, A+ blood type," Henri unconsciously read the information. 'From Kalantiaw to Estefan; then, Estefan to Joshua; now, Joshua to Henri," says a tiny voice from his head. She did the same, " 26 years old archaeologist, AB normal, Ahri Hauntsen. So, I am now Ahri Hauntsen. Geez, this is insane," she murmured.

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.