Hannah waved her hand, indicating that she wasn't thirsty.
“Is the intel that Marcelo's here accurate? Who provided it?” asked Lincoln.
“It's accurate. One of our subordinate's intelligence officers provided this information.”
Seeing that Hannah still appeared anxious, Lincoln was going to suggest she relax. To his surprise, a bicycle suddenly bumped into him.
“I'm so sorry. I was staring in the other direction, so I didn't notice there was someone here,” the stranger apologized.
Reflexively, Lincoln placed his hand on his gun.
However, when he saw the person who crashed into him was a middle-aged man, he lowered his guard. “You should be careful while riding a bicycle. I'm fine, but what if you had collided with an older individual?”
Expeditiously, the middle-aged man apologized, “You're right. I should've been more careful. How about a pear?”
Just as he finished speaking, he reached his hand into the bicycle basket, looking as if he was going to grab a pear.
When Lincoln was about to decline the offer, the middle-aged man removed a handgun from the basket. Without delay, he aimed the barrel at Lincoln's forehead and pulled the trigger.
When Morton Reed was about to draw his firearm after hearing the gunshot, he took a bullet from a nearby woman pretending to read a magazine.
Concurrently, the other members of Kenfort Wolves guarding the back door were ambushed.
In less than half a minute, every member of Kenfort Wolves guarding the exit was killed.
The middle-aged man grinned at Hannah. “I've heard plenty about you, Professor Nixon. I've always wanted to invite you for coffee, but I never had the chance. We're only here for a small fish, but I didn't expect we'd catch a big one, too.”
Even though the middle-aged man was still pointing the gun at Hannah, she wasn't afraid.
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