Chapter: 1499

Yet, he shielded his family from these concerns, carrying the burden alone.

"I need some equipment for an assassination—-like guns."

With no time to procure them elsewhere, she turned to her uncle for assistance. She suspected that the Frazier family might be involved in some covert activities. Huntley's expression hardened. “What do you need these for?"

"Secret. You'll find out tomorrow."

Norah chose to keep the details hidden for now.

“I can provide guns, ammunition, and bulletproof vests. What exactly do you need?" Recognizing Norah's integral role in the family, Huntley decided not to conceal these resources from her. “Follow me."

He stood up, twisted an antique on the bookshelf, and after the gears whirred, a crack appeared in the wall behind him, revealing a hidden passage.

Norah followed him inside. Huntley flicked on the light switch, and dim light filled the narrow passage.

“The Frazier family operates legitimate businesses publicly, but we also engage in arms trading in secret."

Huntley's tone suggested this was how the Fraziers countered the pressure from the Miller family.

Norah refrained from asking further questions and followed him to a room deep within the passage, where about a dozen boxes were stored.

Huntley told her, "These are the arms reserved for our family. Take what you need."

Upon opening a box, Norah's eyes lit up at the sight of the firearms top-notch equipment that hinted at well-connected suppliers. "My children and Bernice are unaware of this. Norah, I trust you'll keep it that way.”

Arms smuggling was perilous, and Huntley preferred to keep his family shielded from the worry. Had Norah not been the so-called Supernatural Doctor, he might have kept her in the dark as well.

"Understood."

Norah initially considered an SVD but then realized her targets were minor threats. With her skills, she could dispatch them with a single shot.

Ultimately, she selected two Beretta handguns, took ample ammunition, and picked out the best bulletproof vest-it seemed imprudent not to use it.

Huntley didn't probe further and led Norah out of the room.

As night descended, Norah waited until after dinner and past midnight to check her gear and set out.

It had been a while since her last assassination mission, and she felt a twinge of nostalgia. Fortunately, her muscle memory was intact.

Arriving at the pre-selected location, she took a deep breath, drew her handgun, and fixed her gaze sharply on her targets.

The mission was underway!

The muffled sound of the suppressed pistol barely echoed. Norah slipped into the room like a phantom of death, silently claiming lives.

The three individuals she had asked Tristan to eliminate were all influential figures within the Miller family. Normally, assassinating such targets would take days, but handling these ordinary people required just one night.