Chapter 135 No Survivors
A flicker of realization surfaced in Carl’s pitch–black eyes.
It was Jean’s voice. But not a spoken voice. Rather, it was a voice buried deep in her heart…
He could hear her thoughts.
Faced with such a supernatural phenomenon, the man showed no visible sign of surprise. His deep black eyes remained as calm as the surface of a still lake, unshaken and unreadable.
For Carl, strange things were nothing new. This was just one more to add to the list.
At that moment, the black–clad men trapped in the net were still struggling violently.
Carl–shifted his sharp gaze to the Night Sentinel beside him. They immediately caught the signal in his eyes, and they were completely in sync.
It was time to reel in the net.
They had never planned to let any of these people walk away. Every one of them must be captured alive.
Only then could they trace the threads and uncover the mastermind behind this entire operation.
The Night Sentinel began moving toward the struggling captives, pulling out the shackles they had prepared in advance. But the moment the black–clad men saw the shackles, their expressions changed drastically.
Their struggle stopped cold, and in their eyes, a flash of grim determination appeared.
Carl narrowed his eyes slightly, instantly sensing that something was wrong.
“Force their mouths open.” His voice was low and indifferent, like snowmelt cascading from a mountaintop. Cold, without warmth, yet heavy with authority.
The Night Sentinel moved at once, reaching toward the captives‘ faces, but it was already too late.
The black–clad men all clenched their jaws in unison, and in the next moment, pain twisted across their faces.
Almost simultaneously, their bodies went limp and collapsed to the ground. Their eyes lost focus as they slowly closed.
“Damn it!” one of the Night Sentinels muttered under his breath. He lunged forward and tore off one of their masks, prying the mouth open.
As expected. There was a poison capsule hidden inside.
Chapter 135 No Survivors
today only had two possible outcomes. Mission accomplished or death.
Finished
The one behind them would never allow them to be caught alive. Under interrogation, even the toughest might break. Even the most loyal might spill secrets.
So once they realized escape was impossible, they were to bite the capsule and end their lives.
No hesitation. No loose ends. No trouble for their master.
Carl looked down at the heap of lifeless bodies. His handsome, sharp face showed no emotion.
In fact, he had expected this outcome. He had sensed they would kill themselves the moment they were backed into a corner. What he hadn’t expected was that these people were still hiding poison in their teeth in this day and age. And they did not hesitate. Not for a second.
He was just a step too late.
Still, Carl was not disappointed. Regret was a useless emotion. He had never seen the point of it.
His reason for coming to these forests in Northara tonight had only ever been one thing. To rescue Dominic and Jean.
Anything else was just a bonus.
He waved a hand at his subordinates, signaling them to clean up the scene.
The Night Sentinels, though few in number, were sharp and skilled. Efficient to a fault, they moved quickly to tidy everything up..
And finally, Carl had a moment to turn his head, his gaze settling on Jean in the distance.
His little sister.
Truth be told, an incident like a plane crash alone would not normally warrant the Night
Sentinel’s involvement.
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