Chapter 805:
âHow could this happenâ¦?â she muttered.
Taking a few steps closer to the glass, she noticed that all the cars had stopped. People were walking around, holding flashlights.
âI told you, tonight, all the lights in Fleeingland will illuminate just for you,â Verruckt said, his tone as calm as ever. She could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
Before Allison could respond, a sharp sound cut through the air.
Bang!
It was the sharp sound of a bullet. Allison could clearly tell that the bullet was from a silenced pistol. Someone was engaged in a covert shootout. The blackout was part of Verrucktâs plan.
Realizing this, she feigned concern.
âMr. Shaw, whatâs going on over there?â
âJust handling some minor annoyances,â Verruckt answered smoothly. âAlice, enjoy your evening,â he added, his tone still as composed as ever.
The call ended abruptly with a click. Allison knew his operation had begun. She quickly made her way to the safe room on the top floor.
Soon, the entire banquet hall was filled with the blaring wail of alarms. Through the walls, she could faintly hear guests panicking, followed by unmistakable gunfire.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Someone shouted in the corridor, âMr. Smithâs been shot! Thereâs an assassin!â
Security alerts were raised to the highest level. Groups of black-suited bodyguards emerged from the shadows.
âProtect Mr. Shaw!â
Each team moved with precision, patrolling the venue and conducting thorough searches. Their purpose was clear, and their presence was unrelenting.
Peering through binoculars, Allison spotted vehicles marked with the Immortality symbol parked strategically between the two venues.
The grand show Verruckt orchestrated had officially begun.
Allison glanced at her watch, calculating the timing. The sound of a key card swiping at the door broke her focus. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Her fingers instinctively tightened around the blade she had hidden in her hand.
âWhoâs there?â she called out.
âItâs me, Alice,â came Jarethâs familiar voice.
Relief flickered across her face as she quickly concealed the blade.
When the door opened, Allison feigned fear, her expression carefully crafted.
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