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Stacy grabbed her bag, and the two hurriedly left. Such incidents had been occurring frequently at the base. Last time, Mr. Morgan was “invited” by the local police for questioning. Though they brushed off that minor incident, this time it was clearly more serious,
When they returned to the base, the meeting room where they typically held discussions was in complete disarray. The computer on the table had been smashed into pieces, and the alarm system remained silent–proof that it had been sabotaged. Whoever was behind this had clearly been targeting them for a while.
Stacy’s legs felt weak as panic set in, but she forced herself to move. She glanced toward a hidden compartment in the corner and pressed the mechanism to open it. Both she and her senior brother peered inside. Thankfully, all
the critical research documents were still intact.
The secret compartment had been installed precisely for emergencies like this.
“These shameless thieves are outrageous! I’m heading to the embassy right now,” her senior brother declared
angrily.
Stacy frowned, her mind racing. “The nearest embassy is in Washington. Traveling back and forth will take too much time. If they didn’t find what they were looking for, they’re bound to return.”
“What should we do? If only Mr. Morgan hadn’t refused to hire security guards! I told him we needed bodyguards, but he insisted on keeping a low profile. Now we’ve made ourselves a target.”
“We move the files first,” Stacy replied firmly.
The two decided to split up. Her senior brother would seek help to rescue Mr. Morgan and the others, while Stacy would hide the documents somewhere safe.
He left her the kart and sped off on the Harley.
Not long after, Stacy received news from America. The superiors were taking the matter seriously and immediately dispatched a rescue team. The directive was clear, all the team’s research results must be delivered
safely to the motherland.
10:11 AM
Lung My Sater a Life for Resenger
Stacy relocated to Honolulu’s town, where a large American community resided. She stayed at a homestay run by a kind American family. To stay inconspicuous, she kept herself wrapped up, her face partially obscured. This precaution proved effective–when the rescue team initially arrived, they couldn’t identify her from her photo and had to bring their leader to confirm.
Unfortunately, Stacy’s phone broke while she was rushing on the road, leaving her cut off from the outside world. Strangers seemed to be watching her every move, so she didn’t dare step out to repair it.
Nate Ford and his team, dressed in plain clothes, had been searching relentlessly for three days Exhausted, they decided to rest temporarily at a nearby homestay.
Tara, one of his subordinates, gulped down water and sighed, “Are we sure she’s even in this area? We’ve been
searching nonstop, and there’s not a single trace of her!”
“Worst of all,” she continued, “it seems like headscarves are trendy among foreign visitors here. Everyone’s
covering their faces–finding her is like looking for a needle in a haystack.”
At the same time, Stacy was at work in the homestay, assisting her boss. Her task was simple: serving tea and water to the guests.
As she poured water at Nate’s table, she casually greeted them in American.
Her words caught his attention. His sharp gaze immediately locked onto the partially visible features of her face.
The man had a heroic yet refined demeanor, his eyes piercing. Stacy noticed the gun holstered at the waist of the young man sitting beside him
Their eyes met, and an unspoken recognition passed between them. Both realized they were compatriots, but
Stacy couldn’t be sure whether they were friends or foes
Nate glanced discreetly at the burly men lingering near the door. Taking a sip of tea, he said calmly, “We’re the
rescue team sent by America I need to confirm your identity”
Stacy hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly, her gaze steady. “Can I trust you?”
Before he could answer, the sound of shattering glass cut through the air. A gunshot had struck the teacup on their table, breaking it into shards.
Nate reacted instantly, grabbing Stacy by the waist and shielding her. Her ear pressed against his chest, which radiated heat and steadiness. The sound of gunfire erupted around them, the chaos swallowing everything.
As people scattered, Nate tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her along. Stacy suddenly stopped mid–run, a thought striking her like lightning
“Wait! The documents–they’re still upstairs!”
His subordinates, exchanging tense glances, assessed the escalating danger. One of them called out, “Nate, it’s too late! Their firepower is overwhelming. We need to leave now!”
