NOVPUBChapter 1305: 594 is you_1 Chapter 1305: 594 is you_1 Aubree Groove approached the entrance of the mall, observing the scene quietly.
The foot traffic on the fifth floor was rather sparse, mostly consisting of homemakers like Grace Warner.
Some were pregnant, some were pushing carts, and some were accompanied by their husbands.
The staff of the maternity store all huddled together, whispering among themselves, having recognized Aubree Groove.
Aubree Groove couldn’t request the surveillance footage on her own and had to wait for the police to arrive.
Fortunately, Connie hurried to the scene soon.
From the surveillance footage of the fifth floor, they discovered that Joshua Drake received a phone call an hour ago and hurriedly left the mall, getting into a taxi.
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Whatever the caller had said seemed important enough for Joshua Drake to leave his pregnant wife.
Connie pulled up the city’s surveillance system, and found that the taxi Joshua Drake was in had stopped at an abandoned industrial park in the south of the city.
No surveillance cameras were installed there due to its remote location and long-term neglect.
Connie and Aubree Groove immediately headed there.
“Aubree Groove,” Kelly Martinez called on the way, “Dustin Drake has hired a TW assassin to kill Joshua Drake, be careful.”
The killers from this organization only recognized money, not people, and were rumored to have an unbeatable record.
“Alright.”
After hanging up, Aubree Groove discussed the plan of action with Connie.
“It’s no good,” Connie immediately rejected the plan.
“It’s not right for you to face this risk alone.
I’m the police; I should be the one to confront them.”
“The other party has a TW assassin, possibly armed with a sniper rifle.
You should stay on the outskirts to avoid unnecessary casualties,” Aubree Groove calmly advised.
Connie frowned, “Ms.
Rinto, how can I explain to The Arias if anything happens to you?”
Aubree Groove smiled, “And if something happens to you, how can I explain to Sergeant Linggo?
Is my life more valuable than yours?”
Connie gave her a meaningful look, a surge of inexplicable emotions welling up in his eyes.
In their line of work, they had long gotten used to risking their lives against dangerous criminals.
But now, being treasured by another was so overwhelming that it nearly moved her to tears.
Upon arrival, Connie took out a remote-controlled drone.
With infrared thermal sensors, facial recognition, surveillance systems, and attack systems, it was the perfect aid for their operation.
Connie had brought a team, which she dispersed to blanket the entire area, ensuring no one would escape.
While Connie controlled the drone, she watched as Aubree Groove and Jayden Moore walked into the facility.
The place was filled with ruins, covered in years of dust.
The deeper they went, the more desolate it became.
Connie’s voice came through the headset, “Ms.
Rinto, there are people at the ten o’clock position.
Be careful.
They are more than one.”
Aubree Groove looked up to see the drone hovering low in front of her.
Suddenly, with a “bang,” the drone was shot on the wing, white smoke emitted from the fuselage, and it landed clumsily on the ground.
Interference buzzed from the headset, and Connie’s voice was cut in and out.
Aubree Groove squinted, “Did you spot the sniper’s hiding spot?”
Jayden Moore grinned, “Don’t worry, Mistress.
I’ve been specially trained.”
After speaking, he used his staff to vault onto a crumbling wall, performing a somersault in the air.
Before the person lying in the grass below could react, they were struck in the head by the flying staff.
Unable to resist, the man’s eyes widened in defiance before he passed out.
Jayden Moore kicked the man to the side, picking up the sniper rifle from the ground and trying it out.
“Nice merchandise.”
“Be careful…” Aubree Groove kicked a rock.
The small stone sailed past Jayden Moore’s shoulder, clashing with something in the air with a “clang”.
Jayden Moore turned around just in time to see a small dart.
“Thanks for saving my life, Mistress,” he said, leaping into the air and swinging his staff with mighty force, kicking up so much dust that it obscured their vision.
“Dare to ambush your grandpa and I’ll show you the rules of the underworld.”
In a blink of an eye, a man fell at Jayden Moore’s feet.
Before the man could recover, Jayden Moore stepped on his back, grinning, “So it was you who attempted to ambush your grandpa, huh?”
The man clenched his teeth, not uttering a single word.
Jayden Moore, still smiling, grinded his boots into the man’s face, causing him to groan in pain.
His face instantly bathed in blood.
Jayden Moore grabbed the man’s collar, hoisting him up with ease.
“So this is a TW assassin?
Pathetic.”
Jayden Moore sneered.
Aubree Groove walked over to the dilapidated gate of the warehouse.
Jayden Moore, still dragging the man, kicked the gate.
The old door, barely still hanging, finally fell with a “bang,” generating a cloud of dust.
The warehouse was huge, stacked with countless old junk, its darkness impenetrable to daylight.
“Be careful, Mistress,” Jayden Moore warned, using his captive as a shield, vigilantly observing the surroundings.
Aubree Groove said nonchalantly, “Dustin Drake, do you really think you’ll sit securely as the head of household once Joshua Drake is gone?”
Her restrained voice echoed clearly in every corner of the warehouse, each syllable reverberating like a tolling bell.
There was a “thud” as something rolled out from the corner of the warehouse and landed at Aubree Groove’s feet.
It was a small barrel of gasoline.
The rusty barrel looked old, and rusty.
The cap was loose, and brown gasoline leaked, filling the air with its strong odor.
Aubree Groove unconsciously furrowed her brows, her gaze shooting towards the corner like an arrow.
“Dustin Drake, Joshua Drake is my friend.
Are you sure you can step foot out of Pethkids if something happens to him here?”
Aubree Groove subtly signaled Jayden Moore with her hand behind her back.
Jayden Moore nodded and carefully approached.
Just then, a dark figure descended from above.
Jayden Moore quickly engaged, wrestling with the figure.
Aubree Groove squinted.
The TW had dispatched quite a few people just to kill Joshua Drake, a somewhat extravagant operation.
Another dark figure swooped from above, two men dressed in black, one holding a bat, and the other a sword.
They immediately lunged at Aubree Groove.
The one in danger, the young lady’s face remained calm, not a single flicker of panic.
So it turned out that Joshua Drake was just bait, and their real target was her!
Aubree Groove was about to counterattack when she felt a strong hand grasp her wrist.
She could feel vitality tingling down to her wrist bones.
When she turned around, she saw a pair of familiar eyes looking at her with unwavering determination.
“It’s you!”
