Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 122, Section 38: The Blame Lied To Me

William sat slumped on the ground, smoking a cigarette.

The floor of the abandoned building was freezing cold, and sitting on it was uneven, dirty, and cold, but he didn't care about that since he had just escaped death not long ago. Right now, he just held a cigarette between his fingers, and the nicotine he exhaled from his nose numbed his nerves.

The sound of bullets whizzing past my ears seemed still audible, and the flying debris looked like rain.

William's last memory was of Captain Duncan kicking him into the sewer, then kicking a box over his head to block the gunfire with a shout.

"Get out of here!"

So the route that was originally planned for everyone to leave was used only by him.

He was the only one who was pushed forward.

William's eyes dimmed as he recalled this, looking as dejected as a homeless stray dog, his head drooping.

He instinctively ran through the sewers to this place, a safe house outpost of the organization, where he met the members of Mark's team.

To be precise, it's waiting until...

Because they came later.

William looked up at the pale blonde girl in the chair in front of him. Her eyes were covered with straps and her mouth was stuffed with a cloth, making muffled noises. About five or six minutes ago, Lawrence had come over and tried to interrogate her, but she didn't say anything and instead looked like she was going to her death. Lawrence didn't choose to use forceful interrogation, and in the end, it was all over, and she was back to this restrained state.

She was one of the people Mark's team brought.

When Mark and his group arrived, they brought three outsiders with them: a female police officer, a dark-haired girl, and a young man who had previously been suspected of being a traitor.

William was caught off guard by the fact that his entire squad had survived, leaving him bewildered and resembling a deserter. Although his only thought at the time was to escape, he only felt regretful after he had escaped.

"what are you doing?"

Just then, Sidora's voice came from ahead. She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her expression obscured by the darkness. She was William's teammate. The eight-person spy team had split into two groups. Duncan led six men disguised as staff members to infiltrate the Madrid restaurant and wait for their opportunity, while she and another man were responsible for providing backup outside the restaurant.

However, she was the only one who escaped.

They arrived after Mark and the others.

William didn't speak, but just bit his cigarette with trembling teeth, using this indistinct way of speaking to cover up his inner frustration, which was so bad that he was about to cry.

“I was just thinking… maybe we were the only ones who survived,” William said.

“Our fate was already obvious when this mission was undertaken.” Sidora stepped out of the darkness, coldly looking down at him. “It’s surprising that you’re still alive. What about Duncan and the others?”

“I…” William lowered his head, unsure of where to begin.

“They…they should still be alive…they just haven’t rejoined us yet, or they’ve gone to another safe house.” William stammered, trying to organize his thoughts. “And haven’t they not fired any signal flares yet?”

Captain Duncan had many discussions before the operation, such as using two different colored signals to indicate the outcome of the operation—red for failure and green for success.

It will set the skies above Gladley, telling everyone in the organization what to do next.

The signal flare has not been fired yet.

The atmosphere between the two was oppressive, like an ice cave.

"I hope you escaped."

Sidora watched coldly as her teammates were ambushed on the street outside the restaurant. The two of them were in different cars, planning to meet up. But just as the explosion rang out inside the Madrid restaurant, her teammates outside were grabbed by several men in black.

William had nothing to say, and threw his cigarette butt on the ground. He turned away, hands in his pockets, and said dryly:
"I'll go check out the building. It's too dark here; the moonlight can't get in and I can't see the sky... It would be bad if I missed it."

Sidora had nothing to say, so she leaned back against the wall and disappeared into the darkness, closing her eyes to rest.

William pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, but when he reached in, he realized it was the last one. He stood there stunned, as if he had suddenly lost some kind of spiritual support. But when he came to his senses, he realized that his nicotine addiction had gone too far.

Even a stray dog ​​couldn't be more pathetic, could it?

But what's the use of regretting it now... William thought it would be better to believe that Duncan and the others had escaped and were just too busy to send signals. In fact, the plan was very successful and everyone was alive. They were waiting to retire and return home to enjoy the honor medals after achieving success.

He slowly put down the cigarette pack, thinking, without even having the strength to crush it.

Walk slowly forward.

It was so dark inside that you couldn't see the sky.

The sound of the river echoed below. William stood on the edge of the abandoned building, hoping to see green fireworks, but under the dark blue sky was only an unrealistic twilight, so dark it was unsettling.

Just then, in the deathly silent building...

"enough!"

The angry shouts of protest echoed throughout the building.

……

Lawrence grabbed Mark's collar, his eyes wide with anger. He questioned him angrily in a low voice, his hands gripping tightly as if trying to suffocate him. Only his blue eyes, reflecting his hypocritical pupils, were visible as he pressed his forehead against his own.

"What did you say?"

"Can you say that again!"

"enough!"

Monica coldly stopped him and forcefully pulled Lawrence away.

Mark had been knocked to the ground.

The paper lying on the ground contained a copy of Mark's answer from not long ago. The careless handwriting went from neat to messy, and then suddenly stopped at the half-finished word. These unintentional actions could later become the most powerful indictment, evidence that he betrayed the organization and endangered the country.

He Ye silently picked up the paper.

The leak of Operation Bakery on May 14th caused problems for the organization, as it prevented them from deploying more manpower. The identities of several spies were inevitably exposed, leading to endless pursuit and trouble.

Above that are Project Ouroboros, Project Theseus…

If the leak of these action plans caused some distress, then Mark's next response was chilling and made one feel cold.

"How could you even leak this operation?!"

“No, you’ve misunderstood Lawrence,” Mark retorted hoarsely. “What happened at the top of the tower really had nothing to do with me. God knows how those officers found you, and I never gave any specific details about the operation. I just… I just…”

"That's enough," Monica said, barely containing her anger.

Standing to the side, He Ye sensed the heavy atmosphere. He slowly walked over and helped Mark up—Mark was still restrained on the bench, his hands and feet were tied, but his mouth was no longer stuffed with a rag.

The four chair legs regained their footing on the ground.

(End of this chapter)