Chapter 7: The Battle in the Warehouse

Emilia saw a plume of smoke billowing out from the wide-open door ahead. She could easily guess what was happening with just a moment of thought.

Her brows furrowed. If she remembered correctly, Matthew's group didn't bring night vision goggles, whereas the intruders clearly came prepared. At this rate, even if Matthew's side had superior numbers, they were at a disadvantage.

Pressing her lips together, Emilia's gaze flickered with hesitation.

"But it's not three years ago anymore. No one can hold you back now, Emilia," she muttered to herself as if solidifying a decision.

Finally, she took a deep breath and stepped into the warehouse. Her determined figure moved forward without a hint of doubt.

The deaths of her father and brother had been a devastating blow, but a truth she didn't want to admit had also emerged—it was a loss, yes, but it also freed her from the chains that had bound her.

Three years ago, one fateful night before her passionate encounter with Matthew...

"Emilia, you know our family's traditions, don't you? No matter how capable you are, you must never surpass your brother. You're no longer within my control. Leave," her father, Mr. Adonis, had said—the man she had always respected.

He wanted her to leave New York and marry the son of a Russian mafia boss.

This was unacceptable for Emilia, a strong-willed woman, and a promising heir. Moreover, she already had someone she secretly loved.

And so, a plan had quickly formed in her mind. That night, she wasn't drunk… but this truth was known only to her.

"Bang!"

A gunshot snapped Emilia out of her thoughts as she ducked behind a large shipping container.

Looking out into the smoky expanse, she saw nothing but mist. Yet, to Emilia, everything was crystal clear.

She knew she had abilities others lacked—her sense of smell and hearing were sharper than most, and her eyes were most valuable. They could pierce through the darkness, and she could remember the faces of everyone she had ever met. It was these gifts that made her a standout in the Adonis family.

But these secrets were known to no one but her father.

Raising her hand, Emilia squeezed the trigger with her slender fingers. The sound of a gunshot echoed, immediately followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground.

In the distance, a tall man wearing a mask and night vision goggles lay lifeless on the ground. A single bullet had pierced his forehead, blood pooling beneath him and staining the area red.

Emilia pressed her lips together, her hands trembling slightly. Three years without holding a gun, and now everything felt somewhat unfamiliar. However, she never missed her target.

Cold determination flashed through her mind as she swiftly weaved through the stacks of cargo. She needed to find Matthew and ensure he was safe.

These intruders were after Matthew, aiming to seize control of the Adonis family he fiercely protected. Emilia would never allow them the chance to kill him.

Meanwhile, Matthew stood still in his spot. Unbeknownst to him, an intruder had aimed, preparing to pull the trigger and end his life. Matthew remained motionless as if he were oblivious to the threat.

The intruder smirked, pulling the trigger and anticipating the sight of blood spraying forth. But he would never witness such a scene.

Just as the intruder fired, Matthew suddenly dropped to the ground, rolling with astonishing speed. In one fluid motion, he raised his gun and shot directly at the intruder. The bullet pierced the man's ribs, and he collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.

The intruder attempted to fire back, but Matthew lunged at him, pinning him to the ground.

Panic flashed across the intruder's face. "Could it be... you can see me?" he gasped through the pain.

Matthew sneered. "If I could see you, my bullet would've gone straight through your forehead. You'd be dead before you even had a chance to react!"

With that, Matthew raised his gun and fired a shot directly into the man's head. The intruder died in terror.

Even though Matthew couldn't see him, he had evaded the intruder's shot and taken him down. Just how formidable was Matthew's combat prowess?

But the intruder would never find out the answer—he was already dead.

Gunfire erupted once more, bullets raining down toward Matthew. He dodged most of the shots with incredible reflexes and keen hearing. However, the sheer number of bullets made it impossible to avoid them all, and he was wounded.

A bullet grazed his arm, leaving a deep cut that bled profusely. Surrounded, Matthew was acutely aware of the dire situation.

Yet, his face showed no fear—only an unshakable calm. His composed demeanor unnerved the intruders, but they had orders to follow and wouldn't hesitate.

The sound of footsteps closed in, encircling him. Matthew lowered his head slightly, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Just then, gunfire erupted from an entirely different direction. Intruders began to fall one by one.

Startled, the remaining attackers turned their attention toward the new source of gunfire, unleashing a barrage of bullets. At the same time, several others advanced on Matthew.

But Matthew was faster.

He leaped forward, taking down three intruders quickly despite their attempts to evade. At such close range, he efficiently fired, killing them with precision.

Everything happened so quickly that the intruders were thrown into disarray.

Meanwhile, the unexpected gunfire continued, targeting the intruders with uncanny accuracy. Some of them began to suspect a traitor among their ranks. Otherwise, how could this unseen shooter take them down so precisely?

One of them spoke into the radio, "Everyone, retreat for now. Something's wrong!"