Spirit Pavilion's doorstep.

Watching more than a dozen Spirit Pavilion members being taken away, Freya finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After waiting for five whole years, this day finally arrived.

She only hopes that Ella can catch Juliet and bring her back soon, so that those who have harmed her in the past will all pay the price.

Bradley didn't know what he was explaining to Patrick. When Patrick boarded the plane with the members, he walked towards Freya.

"Let's go, we can rest when we get back now, and we'll meet Arthur in the afternoon."

"Okay."

She nodded, letting the man lead her towards the direction of the plane.

Subconsciously, she looked up at the sky again, and at this moment, her pupils congealed once more.

With eyes fixed on the red dot moving around, she whispered "be careful" and quickly pulled Bradley to her side to avoid it. Just then, a silenced bullet whizzed towards them and hit the wall opposite them. With a clang, an armor-piercing bullet fell to the ground, rolling into the nearby grass. "There's an assassin, chase them!" Bradley's dark and quiet eyes flickered with a chilling light as he waved his hand to command his subordinates hidden in the darkness. Soon, shadows flashed and darted away. After confirming that Freya was unharmed, the man picked up the bullet, his face becoming even colder. Who could it be? How could they repeatedly attack under his nose? He raised his gaze, his sharp eyes staring in the direction from which the bullet had come, clenching his fist tightly.

Looking in his direction, the opponent is lurking in the tree ahead, and from this angle, it could easily result in casualties, yet he still deviated by 0.1cm. It is apparent that this mysterious sniper is deeply immersed in the game of deathly ambush.

"With the incident at the Raven Pavilion, this is already the fourth assassination!" Freya took the bullet from the man's large palm, the identical markings proving it came from the same person.

With the recent frequent shootings, she has developed a suspicious heart. Whenever she is exposed in the open wilderness, she always subconsciously looks up.

And this is when the opponent opens fire! Freya really cannot guess who the opponent is, and what his intentions are.

"With the increasing frequency of shootings recently, it seems we can't just sit and wait anymore!" Bradley's cold eyes flashed with hostility.

someone wants to harm his wife and Yara. If he still sits at home waiting calmly, wouldn't it be a waste to miss out on this game the opponent is playing?

Don't forget, the game of deathly ambush was the earliest game to start in the dark web.

Since the opponent wants to play, there's no harm, let him have a good time playing. Freya looked at the man's dim and unclear eyes, suddenly feeling somewhat unfamiliar. She reached out and pulled his arm, asking, "What do you want to do?" "Nothing, let's go home!" His woman doesn't need to know about his dirty past. So, he didn't plan on telling her his plans. Freya saw that he didn't answer, and didn't ask any further. Her heart was in her throat, feeling stifled. Blue Book was already waiting in front of the plane, and when the two approached, he greeted them, "Young Master, Madam, please board the plane." Bradley nodded, holding Freya's hand as they entered the cabin. At that moment, he turned his head to look ahead, and a dark figure flashed away from behind a tree, its hawk-like eyes flickering with a chilling intent.

The whole person seemed to be salvaged from hell.

...

An hour later, the helicopter slowly landed on the private helipad at the Imperial View Villa.

The two of them took a car back to the villa.

Bradley carried the sleeping Freya back to the room, pulled over the blanket, and then went to the study.

Frederick had been waiting for a long time. Seeing him come in, he respectfully nodded and said, "Young Master, the information you wanted is ready."

"Mm."

Bradley walked towards the desk, his robust figure settling into the black swivel chair as he picked up the documents in front of him to read.

There are still some unknown snipers internationally, with top-notch marksmanship skills comparable to those using soul consciousness.

Bradley flipped through the documents quickly, all the names flashing before his eyes, but deeply imprinted in his mind.

Assassination...

Unnamed...

Plain shadow...

Each ying of them is a top-notch expert.

However, these people have long retired from the international scene and have not been active internationally for many years.

Moreover, in this game of death and pursuit, apart from himself, those who were most immersed in it seem to have all died.

Bradley, after not finding the clues he wanted, closed the file somewhat impatiently. He leaned back on the chair, his strong body tensed, eyebrows knit together deeply.

"Besides these, is there anything else?"

Frederick stepped forward and said, "Subordinates have dying their best, and all that could be gathered is this. As for those sharpshooters, apart from Soul Perception, they were all killed by you years ago..."

Upon hearing this, the man pinched his brow.

Continue the investigation, there may be some fish that have slipped through the net, which are the people we are looking for. If that person is not found in a day, there will be a little more danger but also peace of mind. So before the next shooting occurs, he must capture his opponent! If not even Frederick can find the person's identity, he may have to take a risk and gather his former friends again, to play another real game of deadly pursuit, and draw out the sniper behind the scenes. "Yes!" Frederick quickly retreated. Bradley looked at the huge study and fell deep into thought. Others thought Frederick was just a minor steward, but they didn't know he had a mysterious identity. That is... the founder of the sniper world. Bradley's shooting skills were all personally taught by Frederick.

Twenty years ago, the southern country suffered such a major disaster, and it was Frederick who risked Everyone to take him to the capital to seek refuge with Owen. Frederick can be regarded as the reborn parents of Bradley. So over the years, Bradley has never treated Frederick as a subordinate, but respected him as a parent. Previously, Frederick was also a military commander, but as he grew older, Bradley let him become a messenger to help him investigate some information. Freya slept very restlessly that night. She had a dream. In the dream, she was on a mountain, running around in the forest happily with White. For some reason, the clear sky suddenly became covered with mist, and soon the surroundings were engulfed in a white haze and she couldn't see anything clearly. She kept calling for White, but there was no response.

Bang!

At that moment, gunshots rang out from the woods, followed quickly by the smell of blood in the air.

Before Freya could react, a dark figure flashed before her eyes, and then she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head.

"The game... is over!" came a hoarse and cold voice from behind her. Freya suddenly turned around, meeting a pair of chilling eyes.

Ah!

She screamed in her dream!