Chapter 585:
He raised his unscathed hand in surrender, begging, âI swear, Iâll reveal everything. Please, have some mercy.â
Harleeâs pressure persisted until the guy reluctantly spilled something of value. Only then did she step back, her foot leaving the guyâs wounded arm.
âI donât have the leaderâs full profile, but I overheard heâs been working on something with a contact in Mogluylia. It was a middle-aged woman. I couldnât risk getting closer to catch more of their conversation. Theyâd been plotting this ambush for quite some time.
Aware of your sharp counter-surveillance, we blended into the crowd, including mere shoppers browsing for attire, coffee lovers at cafés, and visitors at the hospital.â
In the last shootout, our leader aimed to capitalize on the turmoil, yet you slipped through our fingers. This time, the plan was explicit, aiming to end your life before you had a chance to recover.
Before we set the parking lot trap, the leader ordered us to strap bombs to ourselves, instructing us to detonate them if it came down to it, ensuring youâd go down with us.
Acknowledging your formidable defense skills, the leader had already jammed the signals in this neighborhood. Only phones issued by him were operational.
âThatâs all Iâve got, I swear! The leader and the top ranks hold the critical information.â
The guy spoke with a deep-rooted humility, palpable fear evident in his tone as he dreaded Harleeâs possible doubts, which might provoke her to inflict further pain on him. Originally, he had planned to divulge just enough to keep himself alive, holding the rest back as a bargaining chip.
However, he hadnât anticipated Harleeâs acute intuition, which saw right through him, sensing he hadnât disclosed everything.
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More than anything, Harlee was merciless, swiftly slicing through the flesh of the guyâs arm without a hint of restraint. The pain coerced him into full disclosure. With her hands casually tucked in her pockets, Harlee appeared as though she was merely receiving a mundane update from a subordinate.
Previously, she had only harbored suspicions about these men colluding with a local from her country. Now, her instincts had been confirmed.
Her judgment was spot on.
The culprit was a middle-aged woman, a detail frustratingly vague and broad, complicating any efforts to track her down.
Despite this, Harleeâs focus was elsewhere.
Fatigue prevented her from pursuing the matter further.
Surveying the battlefield with a quick, sharp glance, Harlee confirmed their resounding triumph.
With a casual wave, she summoned Kareem.
âKareem, take care of him,â she instructed crisply, delegating with the ease of command.
Harlee briefed Kareem on the intricate dealings between the elusive woman and the fraud syndicate.
Kareemâs forehead creased in concern.
âUnderstood. Iâll handle it.â
The news was unexpected for Kareem. The Gruinia fraud ring, presumed dismantled, had penetrated their ranks more deeply than anticipated. It seemed their previous efforts had only scratched the surface without reaching the nefarious core.
Having extracted the necessary information, Harlee lost interest in further dialogue with the unscrupulous criminal before her. She turned on her heel and departed without a second glance, indifferent to the guyâs failed assignment to eliminate her.
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