Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 478

At this moment, shadows flickered in the dense woods outside the estate.

Countless cold eyes lay dormant in the darkness, locked dead onto the target ahead.

Two black SUVs parked silently in a concealed spot. Phoenix and Pierce pushed the doors open and stepped out, blending seamlessly into the chilling night.

Eustace, who had been waiting in the shadows, immediately stepped forward. Bowing slightly, he reported in a hushed voice, "Ms. Prescott, all units are in position. We've mapped out their defense lines. Say the word, and we guarantee we'll breach with maximum speed to extract Nathan."

"Good."

Phoenix nodded slightly, her gaze piercing through the heavy night fog, staring coldly at the fortress-like estate.

The night wind whipped the hem of her trench coat. She slowly raised her right hand and brought it down sharply in the air, spitting out a single, icy word:

"Move out!"

Eustace's eyes hardened, and he immediately issued the command.

In an instant, several smoke grenades traced arcs across the night sky, crashing one after another deep into the estate.

The guards hidden in the shadows instantly sensed the anomaly, and piercing sirens violently tore through the night.

"Movement!"

"All units, level one alert!"

"Contact Mr. Quincy immediately!"

The entire security system of the estate kicked into frantic overdrive like a tightly wound spring.

However, when the communications officer tried to radio the outside, only the crackle of static echoed from the walkie-talkie. The signal across the entire estate had been completely jammed, turning it into an isolated island of information.

Thick, billowing smoke rapidly spread, mercilessly swallowing their vision.

The dense sounds of men vaulting over the walls echoed, stretching the guards' nerves to their absolute limits.

Suddenly, a dark silhouette lunged out of the smoke!

"Fire!"

Gunfire erupted, the muzzle flashes tearing through the smokescreen as bullets rained down on the figure.

But when the figure hit the ground, they squinted and realized it was nothing but a dummy used as bait.

"Damn it, it's a trap!"

"Scatter, now!" the squad leader roared his command.

Before the words left his mouth, several ghost-like shadows darted out from their blind spots.

Their speed was horrifying, closing in like cheetahs. In the mere span of a breath, sharp blades silently reaped the lives of several men.

The estate's internal structure was a labyrinthine maze.

Quentin had certainly gone to great lengths to hide Nathan.

Along the way, Phoenix encountered several patrol squads.

But under her lethal, ruthless strikes, the guards didn't even have the chance to make a sound before their throats were cleanly slit.

Tonight, she could not afford a single ounce of mercy. Any trace of hesitation would result in a suffocating dragnet from which there was no return.

"Who's there? Show yourself!"

At the corner ahead, a guard acutely caught a rustle in the shadows. He instantly aimed his gun into the dark and barked sharply.

Before he could finish his sentence, a bone-piercing chill swept past his left carotid artery.

Before he could even turn his head, agonizing pain tore through his throat.

"Hey, Lyle, what's going on? Respond!" As the guard collapsed, he landed on the walkie-talkie clipped to his shoulder, prompting an anxious inquiry from a comrade.

Phoenix narrowed her eyes. She swiftly grabbed the walkie-talkie, lowered her pitch, and perfectly mimicked the guard's slightly raspy voice, "I just saw a suspicious shadow dart toward the courtyard up ahead."

"Damn it! We've been peaceful for years; who has the guts to launch a raid?" The voice on the other end was laced with panic. "Lyle, watch your own back. I need to go check on the old man's condition."