As she reached the corner, she noticed the waiter trailing closely behind her.

A sudden unease prickled at her senses. Something wasn’t right. Before she could turn back, the waiter’s demeanor shifted drastically. His once-polite expression darkened, and his eyes glinted with malice. “Go to hell!” he hissed, lunging toward her.

Suddenly, the waiter produced a gun and aimed it directly at Katelyn’s head.

A loud bang echoed through the room.

Katelyn’s reflexes were sharp; she quickly dodged, narrowly missing the bullet. As the bullet embedded itself in the wall behind her, a plume of dust rose.

The restaurant erupted into panic, with patrons screaming and scrambling in every direction, creating instant turmoil.

Katelyn knew better than to engage directly with the armed waiter, especially without a weapon of her own.

When the waiter aimed his gun at her again, she made a swift dive for the closest table. Almost immediately, the bullet smashed into the table where she had sought refuge. The sharp echo of the bullet ricocheting rang through the air.

Katelyn tried to call Vincent on her phone, but quickly realized there was no signal. The situation was clearly a planned assassination. These assailants had targeted her specifically.

Shots fired once more, bullets pelting the table under which she was hidden.

Katelyn grimaced. Staying there was not an option; it was too dangerous.

Quick as a flash, she dismantled her phone, pulled out a small device from her pocket, and connected it to the phone. This device was a miniature satellite communicator. Though the local network signals were blocked, this device could still transmit data through satellite. Katelyn effortlessly set up the device within moments, handling it as if it were merely a child’s toy.

As the waiter approached, she asked coldly, “Who sent you here?” She continued to operate her device without interruption. She swiftly dispatched an SOS to Vincent with a brief message, saying, “SOS, GUN.”

The waiter, without responding, lifted his gun once more and resumed firing towards Katelyn. All he wanted was to pull the trigger and end Katelyn’s life. The simplicity of his murderous intent left no doubt. It was the mark of an experienced assassin—detached, precise, and entirely fixated on his prey.

Realizing that words would be useless, Katelyn’s eyes caught sight of some decorative items and vases strewn about the floor. She quickly grabbed one, hurled it at the approaching waiter.

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Bang!

The ornament was hit and shattered into fragments on the floor. The waiter methodically advanced towards Katelyn with each deliberate step.

To Katelyn, the soft tapping of his footsteps sounded ominously heavy. Preferring action over resignation, Katelyn decided to act. She spotted a chair close by, seized it, and hurled it forcefully at the waiter. Bang, bang—. Immediately following her throw, two more gunshots rang out.

Due to Katelyn’s swift reaction, the waiter’s aim was thrown off, causing the bullets to veer off course and strike the restaurant’s copper chandelier, which emitted a shower of sparks.

There was no time for Katelyn to watch the effects; she quickly swept her leg towards the waiter’s knees.

He attempted to avoid her attack, but Katelyn, with her medical expertise, knew well how to target human reflexes. As her leg swept out, the waiter’s knees instinctively buckled.

He collapsed on the tile floor with a thud. The sound of his knees crashing against the tile was followed by a sharp cry of pain from him. Seizing the opportunity, Katelyn delivered a swift elbow to the waiter’s face. His howl filled the air as the pain nearly caused him to release his grip on the firearm.

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