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Chapter 13 new hands, its cold blade pressed against his throat. "One last time. The list." Her gaze was icy, devoid of any warmth. The fear of death finally broke Ralph. Trembling, he recited a string of names and codewords. Arabella memorized them, put away the dagger, and turned to leave. "Who... who are you, really?" Ralph slumped on the ground, struggling to speak.

She did not stop walking; only her cold words drifted through the stifling air: "Someone you should have killed long ago, but who survived and has come to collect your debts." Arabella walked out of the shadowy alley, the sunlight outside almost blinding. A low-profile black sedan silently glided up beside her. The window rolled down, revealing a face with a hint of wickedness. The man wore a playful smile at the corner of his mouth. "Impressive." Winston Holloway clapped his hands in appreciation.

"The skills of the 'Prophet' are even more astonishing than the intelligence you showed on the forum." "It was worth all the effort I spent fishing you out of the sea and carefully training you for half a year." Arabella opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, pulling out a tissue to wipe the blood from her fingers, her tone indifferent. "Mr. Holloway, this is just cooperation. You helped me 'die' completely, gave me new resources and a new identity, and I help you Chapter 13 find the real murderer of your teacher.

We each get what we want." "What's your next move?" Winston started the car, asking casually, "The people on that list are no small players." Arabella gazed at the foreign scenery flashing past the window, her eyes cold and resolute. "I'll hunt them down one by one. Everyone involved in that explosion, everyone who trampled on justice-none of them will get away." "Justice? Do I need to remind you, Ms. Prophet, you're no longer a cop." Winston lounged against the leather seat, his fingertips tapping the steering wheel carelessly, his manner lazy. "Arabella, look at yourself now.

You're no longer the star of the police force, bathed in glory. You're a 'traitor,' a 'disgrace,' your citizenship hanging by a thread." "The compatriots you risked your life to protect gave you a funeral full of curses, and scattered your ashes to the wind;" "Your teammates wish they could nail you to the pillar of shame;" "And your ex-husband is going to marry the woman who got you killed in just a month." "Arabella, what are you still holding on to?" She said nothing, the tropical rainforest outside the car window rushing past.

Winston's words stirred up the pain she didn't want to remember: the rotten vegetable leaves thrown on her gravestone, Anthony's resolute 1058 Chapter 12 11 MAYS figure shielding Judith as they left, the curses online wishing she would never find peace... The coldness from the back of her neck threatened to swallow her whole. The land she had given everything for no longer had a place for her. Chapter 13 288 Vouchers Chapter 13 Arabella closed her eyes. The damp, stifling air carried a scent of decay, so different from the fresh air of Seattle.

In her mind, the vow she made years ago under the red flag rang out with unusual clarity: "I volunteer to become a police officer, willingly dedicating myself to the noble cause of protecting the people, determined to remain loyal..." Those resolute words still echoed in her ears. When she opened her eyes again, the confusion and vulnerability in her gaze had faded, leaving only determination. "Winston." Arabella's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable strength.

"You are a businessman; weighing pros and cons is your instinct, but it is not mine." "What I swore to protect will not change because of the misunderstanding of those I protect." "Justice is not a transaction; it exists here," Arabella lightly tapped her chest, "as long as I still believe, I will act.", Winston stared at her, his eyes deep and unreadable. After a moment, he let out a mocking laugh and softly uttered two words: "So naive." In the days that followed, Arabella tracked down the perpetrators of the bombing one by one, using the list she had.

0.00% 10.58 D Chapter 13 288 Vouchers During this time, more than one person tried to bribe Winston with huge sums of money in exchange for a way out. "Ms. Gilmore, look." Winston handed Arabella the bribe, his expression somewhere between a smile and a smirk. "Let him go, and this money is mine. But if you send him back to his country, what can your intangible justice give me?" "I don't do losing deals." It was an offer tempting enough to make anyone's heart race. But Arabella's gaze did not waver. "Letting them go will only create more crises.

They must face the judgment of the law." She paused, then looked at Winston. N " 2 2 " "If you want profit, fine. That piece of intelligence you wanted at the auction-I'll get it for you." Winston raised an eyebrow, then gave a playful smile. "Deal. Once you have the intel, don't forget to verify it." In the end, those vicious criminals, along with solid evidence, were anonymously packaged by Arabella and delivered to the border police of their home country. After completing all this, she also had to verify the authenticity of the intelligence. She infiltrated the arms dealer's lair.

This mission was a near-death gamble, but Arabella was not afraid; she checked her gear and set out. Not far away, by the floor-to-ceiling window, one of Winston's men couldn't help but ask. 10 58 1 Chapter 13 288 Mourtera "Boss, this is too dangerous. Aren't you worried about Ms. Gilmore?" Winston was polishing the dagger in his hand, not even looking up, his tone indifferent: "Worried? We're just partners, each getting what we need." The subordinate muttered, "I thought you felt something different about her..." Winston paused, then sneered coldly: "I don't like her.

Don't make wild guesses." Yet, when an explosion erupted at the deal site and Arabella's signal was lost, Winston's composure was completely shattered. He rushed into the flames, ignoring the danger, and dragged her back from the brink of death. Arabella knew nothing of any of this. In her coma, it felt as if she had returned to that cold ocean floor, sinking deeper and deeper. But this time, there was no bone-chilling despair. Instead, a force stubbornly pushed her upward. After waking from surgery, Arabella did not relax.

Her recent efforts to eliminate the bombing suspects had led her to clues about the group behind them-a vast transnational crime syndicate called "Shade." This organization's influence was deeply entrenched, spanning arms, human trafficking, addictive substances, and more. What shocked her even more was that, while tracking the movements 10:58 Chapter 13 768 Mouchers of Shade's top leaders, she discovered traces of Judith.

Five years ago, Judith had saved their supreme leader-code-named "Raul"-and even after returning to her country, she repeatedly used her position as a police officer to provide cover and convenience for Shade's criminal activities. Moreover, according to the profile she had drawn up, the mysterious killer who murdered Winston's mentor matched the style of Shade's core members almost perfectly. All the clues pointed to a single destination. Chugur 14