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 Blade 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 Blade is nothing more than getting rid of my competition.”
Sure enough; only a killer could find another killer’s hiding spot.
“Blade is a white man. Most Cethosians can’t tell a white person and a black person apart. Knowing this, he would surely use this to his advantage.” When Quinton heard how Stanley had been going about searching for Blade, he analyzed the situation. “You’ve been searching in several inconspicuous places, as well as smaller clinics and hospitals, thinking that he would be hiding in a corner licking his wounds. However, Blade 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 the large 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 Blade. When Quinton saw Stanley accepting 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 particularly 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 Blade was suspected to be hiding in. They found a place where there were many credible suspects. A high-end private medical center in Bayside City had accepted 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.
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