Despite his attempt to retaliate, Katelyn was one step ahead. She predicted his actions, firmly grabbed his wrist, and exerted pressure. A crunching sound signaled a dislocation. The gun dropped from his hand, clattering to the floor.
Katelyn cleverly flicked it up with her foot and caught it securely in her hand. The dynamics quickly shifted.
Katelyn then aimed the gun directly at the waiter’s forehead, her voice cold, saying, “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot.”
Confronted with the grim reality of the gun’s barrel, the waiter remained motionless, fully aware that any sudden action could be fatal.
With a stern tone, Katelyn asked, “Who sent you?”
The waiter gulped, his fear evident.
Impatient for his response, Katelyn cocked the gun, prompting him to hurriedly respond, “I’ll tell you!”
Katelyn’s grip on the trigger tightened as her piercing gaze bore into the waiter, silent but demanding a response.
The waiter’s lips trembled as he whispered, “It’s…”
A deafening gunshot shattered the tense atmosphere, the bullet tearing through the window without warning. Katelyn instinctively ducked to avoid the deadly trajectory.
Tragically, the shot found its mark on the waiter’s head. Blood sprayed across the room as his lifeless body crumpled to the floor with a sickening thud.
Her sharp eyes darted to the source of the attack, locking onto a shadowy figure perched atop a distant rooftop. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she swiftly activated the camera, zooming in to identify the shooter.
But the figure was already retreating, disappearing from view. All she managed to glimpse was their silhouette fading into the distance.
Just then, Vincent arrived. His expression was a mix of concern and urgency. “Did they hurt you? Are you injured?”
Katelyn shook her head, pointing toward the rooftop. “There was a sniper up there. I couldn’t see their face, but they were definitely watching us.”
With measured precision, she handed Vincent the gun she had retrieved. “This belonged to the killer. His fingerprints will be all over it. Run it through the database.”
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Understanding the gravity of her words, Vincent gave a quick nod. He took a different weapon from his jacket and placed it in her hands. “You’ll need this. We cannot afford to take chances in Yata.”
Acknowledging the danger, Katelyn accepted the gun without hesitation.
Vincent directed his attention back to the building across the street and pulled out his phone. “Samuel, I need you to access the surveillance footage from that rooftop immediately. Find out who took the shot.”
Nearby, Samuel was already mobilizing his team, scanning the building inch by inch for clues.
“On it!”
Meanwhile, Katelyn stood amidst the chaos, the bloodstained scene around her a grim reminder of the battle they were entrenched in. The restaurant had fallen silent, with no other patrons remaining.
Katelyn turned to Vincent, her brows furrowing in slight confusion. “You said you were going to the restroom. What took you so long?”
The restroom wasn’t far from where they had been seated, and any commotion, let alone gunfire, should have reached him instantly. Yet he had appeared only now.
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