The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 889

The perimeter of the concrete compound was surrounded by a double-layered chain-link fence. On the southeast corner stood a guard tower, raised well above the ground, catching the fading sunlight. It was highly likely equipped with searchlights.

Callahan adjusted the focus on his binoculars, carefully sweeping his gaze along the base of the fence. He suddenly froze, his tone turning grim.

"Wait... is that a high-voltage electric grid woven into the fence?"

The words caused the air around them to instantly freeze.

Reality dawned on the team.

"No wonder the outer patrols were just casually sweeping the valley," Leilani muttered in realization.

The foot patrols were just for show. The real death trap had been waiting for them right here.

It was a high-voltage grid. Trying to force their way through would be a death sentence.

A heavy silence fell over the group. Callahan was just about to signal them to detour down a sparsely vegetated slope when the unexpected happened.

"Ah!"

Leilani let out a sharp gasp. Her foot sank into something incredibly soft and unstable, causing her to violently lose her balance.

She instinctively scrambled to right herself. Her face paled, and she shot her hand out, grabbing tightly onto Callahan's arm. Her voice trembled with alarm.

"Callahan! Wait! The dirt underfoot... it doesn't feel right!"

Callahan reacted instantly, throwing up a sharp hand signal: Stop, maintain vigilance.

The operatives immediately froze, dropping into defensive postures, scanning the tree line with their rifles raised toward the perimeter.

Leilani crouched down, using her hands to gently brush away the thick, decaying layer of blackened leaves and twigs.

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