GoodReadChapter 317 Redeem Lela? Early in the morning, the bodyguards of the Gomez family were training in teams. Swere running through the woods, swere sparring with each other, and others were practicing their shooting skills at the estate's shooting range. Sylvester, dressed in black tactical gear, wearing a blindfold and gloves. He stood in front of a gun rack, assembling a firearm.
His speed was incredible, his long, slender fingers moving swiftly.
Despite being blindfolded, he quickly assembled the gun in twenty seconds.
The next second, Sylvester removed the blindfold, took the gun, aimed at the moving targets ahead, and squinted.
Three moving targets fell instantly; each hit dead center.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMildred, standing next to Sylvester, was deeply impressed.
To him, Sylvester was almost like Apollo.
He said like a fan, "Sylvester, you're amazing." He prided himself on his marksmanship, never having met a rival, not even his older brother Nightwing, who was also very skilled. But his fastest tfor assembling a firearm was thirty-one seconds, nowhere near Sylvester's twenty-second blindfolded assembly.
The most crucial part was hitting the bullseye with three shots in an instant.
Sylvester put down the gun, slowly removed his black gloves, and looked ahead, saying, "Last night, when I got Lela, what did you see?" Mildred was puzzled.
Sylvester turned to glance at him, frowned, and continued, "What's the use of you?" Mildred thought, 'He doesn't need to be so harsh.' Helplessly, Mildred recalled.
Yesterday, Lela jumped from the high building of the curved music hall with tools on her. Mildred's eyes widened in realization, looking excitedly at Sylvester and said, "It was..." He was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly.
Sylvester shook his head helplessly and said, "That's right, it was the Illusionist Guild's tools." Mildred asked, "But how could Lela be part of the Illusionist Guild?" That was a famous international assassin group.
Its members were spread all over, with seven high-ranking leaders.
The Winds of Fury Team led them.
A few years ago, several ruthless wealthy individuals were killed in various places, and members of the Illusionist Guild did it.
However, those who joined the Illusionist Guild were typically desperate, penniless, or living in harsh conditions. The guild had a strict rule: once you entered, you couldn't leave unless you paid a hefty sum or gave your life. Sylvester turned to Mildred and said, "You go and negotiate with the Illusionist Guild; buy her out." Now that Lela had him, she didn't need to stay in the assassin group anymore.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMildred nodded and responded, "Yes." At that moment, someone who had been running through the woods cover, holding spieces of fabric. Someone at the shooting range asked, "What are you holding?"
The person replied, "The texture is pretty good; it looks like a girl's nightgown. I don't know woods. The who threw it in the woods. There was no trash can, so I thought I'd bring it back to throw away." "It's so torn up. I bet one of you had a tryst with a maid and left this behind." Everyone laughed.
Sylvester and Mildred turned to look and saw the fabric in the bodyguard's hand. Sylvester's face darkened.
He immediately walked over.
Mildred quickly followed.
The group, still joking, saw Sylvester approaching and quickly stopped.
They stood up straight, bowed respectfully, and chorused, "Sylvester."
Sylvester said nothing, yanking the torn fabric from the bodyguard's om hand, then coldly glared at those who were just joking. "You all, go voluntarily for punishment." After speaking, he turned and left. The group felt very wronged but quickly understood, but they were unable to hide their smiles.
Mildred, standing by, kicked them and said, "Didn't you hear what Sylvester said? Go and take your punishment voluntarily." Chapter 317 Redeem Lela?
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