Chapter 970 Saskia in Danger
At that moment, Abella launched a swift kick at one of the assassins, her slender frame blocking the basement entrance with unwavering determination.
Finally, they'd walked right into her trap.
Clearly, whoever was pulling the strings had serious resources—not only did they possess this potent sedative, but their operatives were exceptionally skilled as well. She found herself genuinely curious about the identity of the mastermind.
The dozen assassins exchanged glances before launching a coordinated assault on her position.
A wave of Medici family security rushed toward the scene.
"Stay back," Abella warned her own guards sharply. "Take those pills I distributed earlier—now."
Understanding immediately that these assassins posed a chemical threat, the security team quickly complied. Thank God Abella had anticipated this.
"Also, don't fall for any diversionary tactics they might be running."
Her warning struck the security captain like lightning—he immediately dispatched half his men back to their original posts while keeping the rest for backup support.
Dennis arrived first, his eyes lighting up with fierce satisfaction at the sight of so many assassins. "Finally caught in our web?"
Seeing his sister surrounded, he surged forward to help, but the security captain caught his arm urgently. "Ms. Medici says we need to take the antidote pills first."
Dennis grabbed the small tablet and swallowed it without hesitation before charging into the fray beside his sister.
Within moments, Steven, Ethan, and Winston arrived in rapid succession. Ethan's lightning-fast combat skills alone would have been more than a match for these operatives, let alone with the combined force of all the Medici brothers present.
The four older brothers formed a protective barrier around Abella, leaving her with little opportunity to engage.
Steven called out, "Relax, Abella—I've got your back."
Ethan said firmly, "As long as I'm here, no one's going to lay a finger on you."
Ethan chimed in, "I'll make sure they choke on their own teeth if they try anything."
Winston shouted, "Did any of them touch you? If they did, I'll break their fingers one by one and toss them to the dogs."
Studying the dozen assassins before them, Abella sensed something wasn't adding up. Given Long Island Manor's extensive security detail, it seemed unlikely their enemies would send only this small strike team. If their target wasn't Jacob in the basement, then what was the point of this seemingly suicidal infiltration?
While they'd brought chemical weapons, they had to know they'd be facing not just the Medici family but Steven, Ethan, and Winston as well.
Suddenly, realization struck her. She leaned close to Dennis and whispered urgently, "These guys just arrived, which means they got here shortly after Saskia left our place. I'm worried she might have run into trouble on the road—you need to take some men and check on her. Make sure she's safe."
By now, Saskia should have reached home, but she hadn't sent a single message confirming her safe arrival.
Abella's concern hit Dennis like a physical blow—Saskia could be in danger. "Take care of yourself," he said grimly. "Leave these bastards for me to deal with when I get back. Don't get your hands dirty."
"I will," Abella agreed, though the moment Dennis disappeared, she had a blade pressed against one of the assassins' throats.
The man remained defiant, not even bothering to look at her as he closed his eyes. "Go ahead and do it."
He was a prisoner now, but he wouldn't beg for mercy. Kill him or torture him—he was ready for whatever came.
Abella drew the blade across his throat in one fluid motion, and blood immediately began streaming down his neck.
The other assassins visibly recoiled, shocked that she'd actually followed through.
"I'm only asking once," Abella said with deadly calm. "Who's your handler?"
She hadn't delivered a fatal cut—just deep enough to draw blood—but the sight was enough to rattle the remaining operatives. Some tried to bite down on suicide pills, but Ethan's sharp reflexes stopped them cold.
"Now that you're in our hands, you have exactly one option," Ethan said, his voice devoid of all warmth. "A fate worse than death. Answer my sister's question—who sent you?"
When they remained silent, Abella methodically drew her blade across three more throats, her expression as cold as a seasoned executioner's.
The remaining assassins hadn't expected such ruthless efficiency from someone so young—she was more terrifying than they were.
The fourth man finally cracked under the pressure. "Nobody sent us—this was our own operation. We wanted to rescue our boss Jacob. That's all we know."
Abella clearly didn't believe him and moved to slice his throat as well.
Having studied medicine, she knew exactly how much damage would be fatal—and Steven could see that his sister had no intention of actually killing them, just terrorizing them into talking.
The fifth assassin, realizing the girl meant business, decided to come clean. "Look, there's no point lying to you now. Jacob definitely has contact with some mysterious handler, but he never revealed this person's identity to us. Whenever he met with them, he'd send us away or even travel abroad. He was incredibly paranoid about operational security.
"We just follow orders. The boss always said not telling us was for our own protection.
"Our team originally had one hundred and forty-two members. We lost thirty-three in Britonia, and recently many of our brothers have gone missing. We're worried the handler is eliminating us to cover their tracks, so we wanted to extract our boss and figure out our next move.
"You could kill every last one of us, and we still wouldn't know who the handler is."
Seeing they were telling the truth, Abella looked to Steven and the others.
"Lock them up for now," Steven commanded, and the security captain immediately moved forward with his men.
"Wait," Abella whispered to the captain. "Have your people sweep this area for surveillance devices."
Since these assassins had reached the location before her, they might have planted something.
The captain was impressed by Ms. Medici's attention to detail. "Yes, ma'am."
"Steven, Ethan, Winston—let's continue this discussion outside," Abella said, leading them away from the basement to avoid potential eavesdropping.
In the garden, Steven spoke thoughtfully. "This mastermind is clearly very cautious. They suspected this was a trap and didn't take the bait directly. Instead, they deliberately created internal panic among these operatives, manipulating them into attempting a rescue mission while staying safely in the shadows."
"If these assassins had successfully extracted Jacob, the handler could have swooped in to eliminate everyone at once," Ethan analyzed. "And if they failed and got captured—like now—the handler loses nothing."
"If we wait much longer without Jacob surfacing, and the Medici family still can't uncover the truth about the fire, the mastermind will likely conclude that Jacob is either dead—because dead men tell no tales—or that he's keeping silent to protect his daughter Lola," Winston reasoned. "Either way, they'll never risk exposing themselves. Then we'll be fighting an enemy who can strike from the shadows while we remain exposed and vulnerable."
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