Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2018

Were people on the internet this oblivious? How could they not recognize that Chandler was dressed like a terrorist?

They appeared to be nothing more than a group of shallow fools, easily swayed by appearances. Someone should toss them into the square and let Chandler deal with them one by one.

Suddenly, the sharp crack of gunfire burst from the phone, jolting Zac from his thoughts.

After years of evading detection, his phone had always been on silent. The unexpected barrage of noise caught him off guard, making him feel uneasy.

Snapping back to reality, he realized Chandler had started shooting.

Chandler's expression remained stoic and emotionless. With every shot fired, the weary foreigners collapsed, their lives snuffed out by his gun.

The few who were fortunate enough to narrowly escape the gunfire fled in terror, scrambling for safety as they ran for their lives.

What was once the most vibrant square in Miravell had now become a scene from a nightmare—cries echoed through the air, and blood pooled on the ground.

The tone of the livestream comments shifted quickly.

"Oh my god, there's blood everywhere! Is this some kind of movie?"

"WTF, he's actually killing people! Is the wealthiest man really this twisted?"

"I can't believe this! The richest person in Grand Cathay is broadcasting a terrorist attack live!"

"Oh no, it looks like there are kids among the victims!"

"This is absolutely despicable!"

"This performance was truly spectacular," Zac remarked, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. He packed up his belongings and began to leave.

What Zac failed to notice, however, was that in the brief moments he spent watching the live stream, tracking software had been discreetly installed on his phone.

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By the time Zac returned to the farm, the first light of dawn was beginning to break through the sky. The moment he stepped inside, he instinctively flopped onto the couch.

But as he lay there, a creeping sense of unease washed over him. His eyes snapped open, and he quickly scanned the room, his instincts suddenly on edge.

The stillness in the air felt unnervingly off.

His gaze swept across the room, eventually landing on a rope hanging from the second-floor railing.