An apartment in a remote area of Eastern Capital.
Darrin was trying to contact the outside world, but he found that all satellite channels had been blocked. Even the encrypted satellite phone channels he used before were all jammed. The streets outside were on high alert, with armored vehicles patrolling. He guessed the emperor must have died, and civil war had already begun. This was worse than he had anticipated.
Now, the only way left was to send a coded message, but he dared not try it lightly. If Rohomes intercepted the signal, he would be exposed. Moreover, he had not yet found the whereabouts of the young marshal. Extreme measures could only be used for critical information. All exit routes were sealed; they were trapped here.
His thoughts were chaotic.
Suddenly, Darrin sensed something wrong. The faint sound of footsteps, very light, but he could feel it. Someone was approaching his apartment.
He checked the time; it was midnight, and this was a secret contact point that no outsider should know about. Other military personnel had already gradually withdrawn from Rohomes before the internal conflict began; it was impossible for them to come looking for him now.
Who could it be? The visitor must have ill intentions.
He got up, fully alert, and quietly approached the door. He listened carefully; the intruder used special tools and placed a decoder on the electronic keypad outside the door. After a few seconds, his door was pulled open from the outside, initially just a crack, then a shadow slipped inside.
Darrin hid behind the door and took only a second to subdue the intruder. His hand gripped the person's throat tightly, cutting off their air supply. Being in a foreign country, in the dead of night, with someone breaking in, Darrin naturally didn't hold back and used lethal force.
Another half-minute of choking would surely result in death.
Darrin felt the person struggle a few times before being subdued in front of him. He could feel the intruder's height and body shape, including the width of their neck-it was clearly a woman. Although he couldn't see her face in the dark, there was a familiar scent on her that seemed recognizable.
The woman made a distressed whimpering sound and gradually stopped struggling. The voice also seemed familiar.
Darrin was puzzled and used his shoulder to gently nudge on the hallway light switch. As dim light filled the room, he finally saw who it was-Grizela.
He was shocked and quickly released his grip.
Grizela almost fainted from being choked and now lay weakly in his arms.
"Grizela? Why are you here?" Darrin never expected it to be her.
Damn it, he had used too much force. Seeing Grizela's flushed cheeks and struggling breath as she was about to pass out, he instinctively leaned down to give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation-the quickest way to wake her up.
After one breath, Darrin took another deep breath and covered her lips again for a longer breath.
Grizela finally regained consciousness and took a deep breath.
As she came to her senses and felt something wet on her lips, realizing what had happened, she slapped him without thinking.
"Pervert," she scolded.
Darrin didn't dodge but complained, "You came into my room in the middle of the night; I was just protecting myself. How could I know it was you? It was dangerous; I almost killed you by mistake. How could you recklessly barge in like this?"
"You seemed out of breath just now; I just..." He stammered.
He almost killed whoever entered without knowing their identity. Luckily he recognized something familiar and checked first. Now he felt scared after realizing what could have happened.
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