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Chapter 1373 Gift
Chapter 1374 Gift

As soon as he finished speaking, the weapon barrel was abruptly withdrawn.

thump!
The tattooed prisoner lost all his strength, collapsed to the ground, and gasped for breath.

A foul-smelling water stain quickly spread beneath him.

-

He was incontinent.

The immense fear completely destroyed his will.

Qin Hao didn't even glance at him, casually tossing the heavy AK back to Ali.

Like throwing away a piece of useless trash.

Qin Hao took out a silk handkerchief from his suit pocket and slowly wiped his fingers, which had been gripping the weapon.

Then he casually tossed the silk handkerchief, now stained with dust and the smell of gunpowder, onto the ground.

"gone."

Qin Hao said it casually.

He turned around and walked towards the elevator.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on bullets and shards of glass rang out rhythmically.

Charlie whistled at the terrified prisoners on the ground.

His face bore an undisguised mockery.

Keep up quickly.

Ali whispered something into the communicator:
"To combine 'verbal messages' and 'messengers'"

“Return it to Mr. Declan 'intact'.”

His cold gaze swept over the limp prisoners as if they were a few pieces of merchandise to be disposed of.

The elevator door slid open silently.

It swallowed up the silent figures of Qin Hao, Charlie, and Ali.

All that remained was a devastated lobby, thick with the stench of blood.

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The eastern horizon was just beginning to show a faint bluish-green hue.

InterContinental Zangway Hotel.

The broken door and the messy lobby were temporarily cordoned off.

A heavily modified, rugged, dark green Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG 6x6.

The engine roared, savagely bursting into the entrance to the mine.

It showed absolutely no sign of slowing down!
Huge off-road tires rolled over the soft dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust.

The reinforced front bumper of the truck slammed into the two symbolic, rusty, and simple iron pipe gates of the mining area with a brutal and unadorned crash!
boom! ! !
click-

Bang-dang——!
A piercing sound of metal twisting and breaking rang out!
The two iron gates were instantly twisted and deformed by the impact, and the hinges broke completely!
The heavy door panel flew backward and crashed to the ground.

It emitted a dull, loud bang, kicking up even more dust!

The entire mining area was awakened by the violent intrusion!
Amidst the dust still rising from the hood, the driver's side door was kicked open!

A pair of strong, muscular calves, encased in black tactical trousers, stepped forward first.

I stomped heavily on the ground of the mining area, which was covered with gravel and dust.

Followed by.

Arya landed nimbly.

Arya didn't wear the dazzling champagne gold dress from last night; instead, she changed into an equally wild outfit.

The black, tight-fitting tactical vest accentuated the powerful lines of her waist and arms.

He casually wore an open jacket over his clothes.

A khaki field shirt covered in dust and dried mud, with the cuffs rolled up high to the elbows.

He wore similarly dusty work pants, tucked into a pair of high-top, muddy military boots.

That signature maple syrup-colored long hair was now haphazardly braided into a thick braid and swung behind her head.

A few stray hairs were stuck to his forehead and cheeks with sweat.

Her face even bore several fresh, tiny scratches, mixed with dust and dried blood.

Far from looking disheveled, it adds a touch of wild, battle-damaged beauty.

Arya did not pause at all.

He strode towards the open space in the center of the mining area.

There, Qin Hao, Charlie, Ali, and the others had already turned around to look at the sound.

Qin Hao remained calm and composed, seemingly unsurprised by Arya's entrance.

Charlie raised an eyebrow and whistled.

Ali's sharp eyes swept over Arya's entire body, confirming that she had no serious injuries.

Aria walked up to Qin Hao, very close.

The smell of gunpowder, dust, and sweat wafted towards me.

Arya didn't even glance at Charlie and Ali.

Those amber eyes stared directly and unabashedly into Qin Hao's deep gaze.

Good morning, Mr. Qin.

Arya's voice was slightly hoarse from the exertion she had just endured, yet it was full of energy.

"How did you sleep last night?"

"I heard you got some new 'decorations' on your front door?"

Qin Hao did not answer her teasing question.

His gaze fell on the fresh scratches on her face.

Arya's smile grew even more blatant, carrying a knowing air of "I knew you'd do this."

He suddenly raised his right hand, the movement clean and swift.

Snapped!
She slammed something heavily onto the dusty, still-warm hood of the Mercedes G63!
It was a thick kraft paper document bag.

The bag was not sealed properly.

The force of the slap shook it open, revealing the corner of a stack of photos inside.

The photos are very clear; even in the dim light of early morning, the content is still clearly visible.

Several people dressed in local civilian clothing.

A man whose waist was visibly bulging with weapons.

They were exchanging packages in a dimly lit warehouse;

A blurry but discernible satellite image marks an inconspicuous building near the hotel;

A printed screenshot of a communication record shows several encrypted phone numbers and brief message snippets.

And on top of the document bag, there was a piece of paper—

It was that letter at the Zangway Hotel.

An anonymous warning letter, printed in Song typeface, was slipped under the door!
Just now.

This once pure white letter was now splattered with blood!
The strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of paper instantly filled the air.

Arya's hand was still pressed on the blood-stained letter, with dark red bloodstains still remaining on her palm.

Arya was breathing slightly heavily, her chest heaving, and her smile was like the rising sun.

Fiery and dazzling.

Arya looked at Qin Hao's pupils, which finally contracted slightly because of the "gift" she had brought.

A wide smile revealed his perfectly white teeth, and his voice was clear and crisp, carrying a hint of self-satisfaction.
"Gift."

Arya patted the blood-stained file folder, her eyes burning with the light of a victor.

"Like it?"

"high efficiency."

Qin Hao's voice was not loud, like a morning breeze brushing over slag, and his emotions were unreadable.

Arya's smile became even more radiant.

With a hint of smug satisfaction, as if to say, "I knew you would do this."

"What about people?"

"I didn't leave any."

Arya answered crisply and decisively, her chin slightly raised, like a young leopard that had just finished its hunt.

"His mouth was tough; it took a while to pry it open. But his bones weren't strong enough; he didn't last until dawn."

Arya shrugged.

He grabbed the thick brown paper document bag and roughly shook it open. Several stacks of photos and a few sheets of printed paper tumbled out and scattered on the dusty hood.

"have a look."

"Everything useful is inside." "The command post for last night's attack was right here."

"Unfortunately, we were a step too late. The people had escaped, and we only managed to catch a few lookouts."

Arya's tone carried a hint of regret, but more so, disdain.

At last.

Arya jabbed her fingertip heavily into the anonymous warning letter splattered with dark brown blood.

As for this…

Arya raised her chin, a sharp, cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"The ink on the letter paper and the printer model match what was found in the warehouse."

"The mouse that delivered the message also 'asked' for details."

"ask?"

Charlie interrupted, chewing his gum, his face showing undisguised schadenfreude.

"How did you ask?"

"Use your grandfather's 'predator' greeting routine?"

Arya rolled her eyes at him and didn't respond, but the meaning in her eyes was self-evident.

"The mailman was a local kid, and he received fifty dollars."

"The person who gave him instructions was wearing a hat and a mask, but his physical characteristics and accent were still discernible."

Arya paused, then turned her gaze to Qin Hao with a hint of playful inquiry.

“It points to a ‘security advisor’ named Hassan in the Declan Mining Alliance.”

"This guy used to be in military intelligence; he's really good at playing dirty tricks."

Hassan?

Ali spoke in a low, cold voice, as if it were made of metal.

"Declan's left hand. Skilled at orchestrating 'accidents' and 'coincidences'."

Clearly, the predator's intelligence network had already covered this name.

"it's him!"

Arya affirmed, then abruptly and roughly gathered the scattered photos and documents together, stuffing them back into the file folder with a rustling sound.

Then, without saying a word, she stuffed this heavy "gift," tainted with the aura of death, into Qin Hao's arms.

Qin Hao did not refuse, but simply caught it steadily.

Qin Hao lowered his head, his slender fingers casually flipping through the contents of the file folder, his gaze quickly sweeping over the photos and information.

[Encryption Source]:
The target has already moved into the InterContinental Hotel, to the top floor.

【reply】:
confirm.

'Night Owl' is ready.

[Encryption Source]:
Create chaos and exert pressure.

Remove if necessary.

【reply】:
receive.

The 'Storm' squad is on standby.

"'Night Owl'—'Storm'."

Qin Hao read out the two code names in a low voice.

He tapped the paper lightly with his fingertips, making a soft tapping sound.

Qin Hao raised his gaze, past the documents, and returned it to Aria's face.

"It seems that the alliance in Declan isn't so united after all."

"There's also a coyote sniffing around."

"There might be more than one."

"Of course it's more than that!"

Arya's voice suddenly rose, filled with anger at being slighted.

"That old bastard Declan is nothing more than a barking hyena!"

"The real venomous snake is the one behind this!"

"Hide in the grass and wait to bite anyone who gets close to the mine!"

Arya pointed to the bloodstained anonymous letter in the file folder.

"This letter, and last night's attack, are all a test from the serpent!"

"Testing your strength, and also testing whether the predator's blade is sharp enough!"

Arya curled her lip in disdain.

"The real order was placed by an encrypted satellite phone, and the tracking signal pointed to a decommissioned communications relay station. The old fox kept his tail well hidden."

Aria stepped forward, getting closer to Qin Hao.

The unique scent of wild plants almost assaulted Qin Hao's nostrils.

"Qin Hao, the auction is just around the corner. A viper won't just flick its tongue once!"

"Declan acts openly, while the venomous snake strikes in the shadows!"

"Uncle Ali's knife is fast enough, but it can't reach the snake's vital spot!"

Her eyes were strikingly bright, burning with intensity.

You need eyes! You need ears!

"We need a net that can penetrate those dark corners!"

“And these,”

Arya patted her chest hard, the tactical vest making a dull thud.

Only I can give you this!

"condition?"

Qin Hao finally spoke, his two words hitting the nail on the head.

Arya tilted her head, her red lips curving into a cunning yet aggressive smile.

"I want one share of Iron Fruit Mine."

She held up two fingers and made a small gesture.

“Not much, just symbolic. Enough to prove that I, Abdul Aliya, am an indispensable ‘ally’ of yours, Qin Hao, on the chessboard of the Black Continent mines.”

Arya emphasized the word "ally".

He stared intently at Qin Hao.

"This is much more cost-effective than three months of protection from predators, isn't it?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The wind whipped up sand and gravel in the mining area, which hit the thick armor plates of the Mercedes-Benz G63, making a soft rustling sound.

Charlie leaned against the tire of a mining truck next to him, arms crossed, even stopping his chewing gum, waiting with great interest to see what would happen.

Ali stood silently to Qin Hao's side and behind, his gaze sweeping over every high point in the mining area.

Qin Hao stared at Aria for a full five seconds.

Qin Hao's eyes seemed to be assessing an extremely complex and tempting antique.

Arya met his gaze, her amber pupils burning with the flames of ambition.

"make a deal."

Qin Hao uttered two words, crisp and decisive, without any strings attached.

Arya's eyes flashed with the joy of victory that made her almost jump for joy.

"A wise choice, partner!"

Arya stretched out her hand, her palm still covered in dust and a trace of undried blood.

Qin Hao's gaze lingered on her blood-stained palm for a moment, but he did not reach out to shake it; he simply nodded slightly.

"Before the auction, I need to know all the details of 'Night Owl' and 'Storm,' as well as everything inside that gray building."

Qin Hao turned around and handed the blood-stained file bag to Ali.

"Ali, handle it immediately."

"Yes, Mr. Qin."

Ali took the document bag swiftly.

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