Chapter 386 Prey


    Strategist’s voice grew impatient, prompting Freya to turn and approach the car with its headlights on.


    As Brisa watched Freya advance, anger boiled within her. “D*mn it! They used me as bait! I won’t let


    them get away with this!” She reached for her gun, but Inken stopped her.


    Inken, who typically appeared frail, now looked determined. With the headlights casting their glow, he


    noticed the nearby houses in ruins and gun muzzles ominously protruding through shattered windows.


    Hence, he cautioned, “Brisa, let’s not act recklessly.”


    Unbeknownst to Freya, a person with a silver mask stood behind the headlights, gleaming eerily.


    Despite her injured leg, she stared at that figure and limped forward. As she approached the car, a


    beautiful woman stepped out, holding a custom-made handcuff


    Freya looked down as the woman began to handcuff her. These cuffs were noticeably heavier than.


    standard ones, and Freya could feel their weight. She also noticed small green dots on them that


    glowed faintly.


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    The woman warned, “Don’t try to escape. These cuffs are rigged to explode upon detecting excessive


    force.”


    Freya met the woman’s gaze with unwavering determination and asked, “Are you Moonde?”


    However, the woman met Freya’s gaze with a hint of contempt. “What if I am?”


    Freya pursed her lips and recalled that this woman had killed Melissa’s boyfriend, Benjamin.


    Later, she was pushed into the backseat of a spacious modified jeep, seated beside a man in a silver


    mask. Then, Moonde hopped into the vehicle and settled in the front passenger seat.


    “Finish them off!” Strategist remarkedzily, resting his arm on the car window, and gestured with his


    finger.


    Freya’s anxiety surged. “You promised me you’d let them go!”


    In the dimly lit car, he lifted his mask and lowered his head, revealing piercing, sharp eyes. Behind that


    mask, a sly smile yed on Jamie’s lips as he remarked, “Miss Kaufmann, why do you trust everyone


    so easily? That’s not good.”


    After hearing this, she clenched her teeth and saw Inken copsed in the distance. She nced at the


    handcuffs on her wrists and seethed, “You’ve failed to keep your word. Since you couldn’t keep your


    promise, go to hell!” Without hesitation, she made a sudden move, using her considerable strength to


    lunge forward and loop the chain between her handcuffs around his neck.


    Moonde quickly armed herself and aimed at them.


    In this confined space, Freya knew she had nowhere to hide. Hence, she hoped the handcuffs in her


    hands would explode, taking everyone in the car down with her. She knew that if she took out Jamie


    and Moonde, it might give Brisa and Inken a chance to escape. Then, she gritted her teeth, and with


    Radley’s image in her mind, she pushed herself to her limits.


    At that moment, Jamie struggled as the chain between her handcuffs tightened around his neck. He


    quickly gestured for Moonde to hold off.


    However, Freya remained resolute, her eyes cold and determined. She knew taking him out would end


    the crisis, even if it meant risking her life.


    “Miss Kaufmann, release him!” Moonde’s voice was cold, and she tightened her grip on her weapon.


    She couldn’t fathom why, even though he was being strangled, he prevented her from shooting Freya.


    Despite the excruciating pain in her bleeding leg, Freya focused all her strength on the green light of


    the handcuffs, determined to turn it red. She closed her eyes and concentrated intensely.


    Moonde grew increasingly anxious when she noticed this. “Mr. Strategist!”


    Though his face drained of color from the strangtion, Jamie remained silent.


    Moonde clenched her teeth, contemting that she might defy his orders and shoot Freya if he


    persisted in his silence.


    Just then, Freya’s grip on the man began to weaken, and she started experiencing double vision due to


    blood loss. Sensing her faltering hold andbored breathing, he grabbed her hand and forcefully pulled


    her forward.


    Although she tried to hold on, he managed to break free. He leaned back, visible marks on his neck,


    and sighed, “Miss Kaufmann, it seems no matter how cautious I am with you, it’s never enough.”


    Following this, she struggled to remain conscious as bursts of white light blurred her vision. She gritted.


    her teeth but was haunted by the image of Inken copsing.


    While he observed the hatred in her eyes with amusement, he adjusted his suit cor and sat up.


    “Don’t worry, those darts were loaded with tranquilizers. Your strength worries me. I was afraid that if I


    let them go, we wouldn’t be able to leave Caltun after our departure.”


    She jolted back to reality, forcing herself to stay focused by pinching the wound on her leg. Her vision


    sharpened, and she saw the man’s face looming close with a teasing smile. Yet, she couldn’t help but


    notice. the contempt in his eyes-a malicious smile as if he were toying with prey. “Jamie, what’s your


    game here?”


    “Hmm?” Jamie yed with Freya’s hair and grinned. Thave my reasons for kidnapping you, of course.


    Then, he chuckled before adding, “You should take a rest. Others won’t even make it here alive.”


    Before she could respond, she noticed him pulling out a silver needle. Her heart raced, and before she


    could react, the needle was heading straight for her. As her eyes closed and she slumped into his


    arms, he nonchntly disposed of the needle out the car window.


    Then, Moonde turned around and asked, “Mr. Strategist, are you okay?”


    Jamie remainedposed and requested, “I’m fine. Hand me the medical kit.”


    A silver medical kit was promptly handed to him. Then, he used tweezers to extract the bullet lodged in


    Freya’s leg. Even in her unconscious state, she groaned in pain. He paused briefly, then continued the


    procedure with care. After dressing her wound and administering anti-inmmatory medicine, he gently


    returned her to her seat.


    “Boss, is this woman really that important?” the driver asked.


    Moonde couldn’t help but interject, “Even if she has the book, we can continue to interrogate her


    when she’s conscious. We could go as far as breaking her legs until she tells us.”


    Jamie’s expression turned cold. “Moonde, you’ve been speaking out of turntely.”


    “I apologize.”


    As his gaze fell upon Freya’s hands, he noticed their delicate beauty, resembling those of a pianist-


    wless and perfect. He reached out and lightly pinched her fingers, feeling the calluses on her


    fingertips. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he envisioned these hands serving a significant


    purpose.


    Moonde caught a glimpse of Jamie’s actions and was taken aback. She knew he had always been.


    ruthless, even showing no hesitation when killing a renowned female celebrity during a mission in


    Mutrya. Yet, witnessing his contrasting demeanor now left her astonished.