Chapter 1023
The members of Fletcher Family stared at Quinton with ugly expressions. This man had a longstanding
blood feud with the Fletchers. Although they, more or less, entered a truce and were in the process of
making peace with each other, he was still a killer. Good and evil could never coexist—not since the
beginning of time!
Still, Quinton came and said, “If you want to find where a killer is hiding, it’s best to rely on another killer.
You will never find him by yourselves.”
Stanley coldly said, “Are you really that nice to help us?”
Quinton shrugged. “Of course, I’m not that nice. It’s just that de is the second-best in the world. As the
best in the world, I have a lot of pressure on me. Therefore, I can’t wait for him to die. Assisting you in
capturing de is nothing more than getting rid of mypetition.”
Stanley said nothing. Even so, he allowed Quinton to enter their team and cooperate temporarily. At
present, he only had one wish—he wanted to kill de and avenge both Sarah and Sean!
Sure enough; only a killer could find another killer’s hiding spot.
“de is a white man. Most Cethosians can’t tell a white person and a ck person apart. Knowing this,
he would surely use this to his advantage.” When Quinton heard how Stanley had been going about
searching for de, he analyzed the situation. “You’ve been searching in several inconspicuous ces,
as well as smaller clinics and hospitals, thinking that he would be hiding in a corner licking his wounds.
However, de cherishes his life very much. He will never go to such unknown clinics.”
Stanley was silent. In their experience, most desperate people would look for shady and unmonitored
small clinics nearby. No wonder we couldn’t find him. It turns out we had the wrong idea all along.
Quinton set the target range. “Go to some of therge hospitals and high-end private clinics in the center
of Bayside City. Perhaps you might find something.”
Stanley immediately did as Quinton suggested. At this point, anything was fine as long as he could kill
de. When Quinton saw Stanley epting his suggestion so easily, he was rather surprised. I thought
this b*stard would act haughty for quite a while.
They met nine years ago at Bayside University’s military training. Back then, Stanley had left a
particrly deep impression on him. Stanley was a stereotypical member of the Fletchers—he was self-
righteous, smart, and capable. However, he did not choose the path his family and his natural talent had
chosen for him. Despite being a rare, gold-level sniper in Bayside City, he had resolutely chosen to
withdraw from the army to continue his studies.
Sometimes, Quinton truly envied Stanley. Born in a powerful family, he was protected by his family and
had their understanding. Even if he had chosen a career nobody liked, he would still receive his family’s
support…
Sure enough, Quinton was right. They soon discovered the location de was suspected to be hiding in.
They found a ce where there were many credible suspects. A high-end private medical center in
Bayside City had epted a medical doctorate who came to Cethos for inspection. He had a deep injury
on his waist and just finished surgery.
“That’s him,” Quinton confidently affirmed. Killers usually disguised themselves as medical doctorates—
just like himself.
They were professional killers. To kill a person, they needed to understand the methods to kill a person in
the fastest and effective way. Therefore, they needed to study all sorts of medical courses to learn about
the meridian points, blood vessels, internal organs, and whatnot. By ident, they could almost receive
a medical degree. Besides, they needed a public identity to hide their identity as killers. A career as a
doctor was the perfect disguise as both killers and doctors had the same stench of blood around them.
Thus, it was easy to disguise themselves.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.
Although de was injured, he was not to be underestimated. This time around, they had Quinton’s
assistance. Even so, Stanley was still extremely wary. He was particrly wary of Quinton. He didn’t
know whether Quinton would suddenly act up and do something terrible. Hence, they chose to perform
their operation during the day. After all, the time when killers were most rxed and unguarded was not
during the night, but during the day.
Only the wealthy came in and out of that high-end clinic. Moreover, more people came and went freely in
broad daylight. Thus, Stanley’s actions had to be carried out in secret. They could not causerge-scale
public panic nor be reported on the news. If they caused a major incident, they would be dealt with by
militaryw.
Fortunately, it was a high-end clinic. Although not many were at the clinic, they could not make
everybody leave in advance, lest they made de suspicious of their movements. Therefore, they
hacked into the clinic’s system in advance, found the appointment list, and intercepted all the patients
who had made appointments. Soon, everybody inside the clinic was switched with their own people…
Quinton simply gave some tactical guidance; he did not personally participate in the operation. Instead,
he stood outside and watched as the members of the Fletcher Family gradually surrounded the entire
clinic. His eyes were calm—there was no sorrow nor joy. He just watched quietly.
There was no suspense during the battle this time around. The Fletchers had dispatched the elites of the
family who were highly experienced inbat. Coupled with the fact that de was still recuperating in
the hospital room after undergoing surgery, killing him would be easier than usual.
The stab wound, followed by the explosion, then jumping into the water to escape—he sustained several
injuries from these incidents and was severely wounded. Moreover, the river he jumped into was
originally a dirty ditch. The water was filthy, and his injuries were deep. Thus, his wounds were badly
infected. With all of thatbined, he was no match for the Fletchers.
The battle ended within a short while. No more than 10 minutes after the Fletchers went in, Quinton
heard a voice reporting back on the walkie-talkie: “Mission aplished.” Putting the walkie-talkie down,
he entered the clinic.
In the lobby of the clinic, the members of the Fletcher Family were maintaining order. At the same time,
they evacuated the doctors and the staff. Quinton entered the VIP ward on the third floor and saw
de’s corpse inside. de was lying on his back on the ground, next to the hospital bed. The hospital
ward was extremely messy, with bullet casings and des scattered across the ground; one could tell
that a fierce fight had taken ce mere minutes ago.
de was killed with a clean stab to the heart, and his blood was sttered all over the floor. At that
moment, the Fletchers were taking photos of the crime scene for recording purposes. Still, some of the
Fletchers were wounded and had been sent to have their wounds treated. Meanwhile, Stanley silently
held his knife and sat by the side while staring at de’s corpse. He was the one that delivered the
killing blow!
de had killed Sean! And thus, Stanley killed de in the same manner! But, despite avenging Sean,
he did not feel happy at all. Even if he could use Sean in exchange for the entire world, he would refuse!
What he wanted wasn’t de’s death. Rather, all he wanted was Sean alive…
Stanley looked at the de in his hands that was still dripping with blood, then he nced again at
de, who was dead. Recalling how Sean looked moments before his death, his tears flowed down his
face like rain.
While everybody was cleaning the scene of battle, Stanley’s arm that was injured was also treated.
Standing up, he noticed that Quinton was still staring at de and coldly said, “It’s just a dead man;
what’s there to see?”
Quinton smiled. “I was just curious. I wanted to see what my rival of so many years looked like.”