Chapter 170 Elodie's Past Friends
Inside Ironclad Jail, a bunch of snipers had their sights locked on the helicopter hovering above.
Catherine lowered her binoculars and glanced at Alexander. "If they all fire at once, can we dodge it?"
"Not likely," he replied.
Ironclad Jail was a fortress of checkpoints, and they had only managed to get inside through a special passage after getting clearance.
Catherine turned around, pulled out a metal box, and slipped on black gloves. "I need five minutes to put this sniper rifle together. Those five minutes are on you."
Alexander nodded, his cold eyes fixed on the dark prison below. "Five minutes is doable, but there are too many snipers. Dodging them all might be tough."
Catherine's voice was icy. "I'm not here to take them on. I have a different target."
She quickly assembled the sniper rifle, calculated the trajectory, and aimed at a distant, flashing window.
At the highest point stood a black tower, and through the window, it felt like a pair of eyes were watching them.
As Catherine aimed, the number of snipers targeting them seemed to multiply.
Alexander pulled out his phone and dialed. "Timothy, long time no see."
Timothy's laugh was cold, his voice low and raspy, like his throat had been slashed. "Your little girlfriend isn't very obedient. Does she know who I am? Daring to aim at me? Is Marcus's granddaughter like this?"
Catherine's voice was calm. "What my grandfather is like has nothing to do with you. If you have the guts to take us down, the bracelet you want will probably be shattered too."
She waved her hand in front of the sniper rifle, revealing a clear jade bracelet. It was flawless, with a rare hint of purple amidst the green—an exceptional piece.
"The bracelet is with you? How did you get it?" Timothy asked.
Catherine laughed coldly. "My grandmother gave it to me. You were wrong to buy it from that fool Oliver."
The IP address of the person who bought the jade bracelet vanished in Ironclad Jail, and in this hellish place, few had the privilege of using the internet. The man in the black tower opposite was clearly the top dog.
Moreover, when Catherine left, Marcus specifically asked her to bring along a video recorded by Elodie. At that time, Catherine speculated that Ironclad Jail might have something to do with Elodie.
"Your grandmother? What's her name?" Timothy's voice trembled as he stood up abruptly.
While pulling down the safety catch of the sniper rifle, Catherine coldly replied, "Elodie Smith."
Upon hearing the name, Timothy immediately opened the window and shouted angrily, "Everyone below, stand down! Let them in! Anyone who dares to shoot will be fed to the sharks!"
Catherine put down the sniper rifle, somewhat regretfully saying, "I was planning to blow your head off. What a pity."
Timothy remained silent, staring intently at the people on the helicopter.
If Catherine had fired, Timothy wouldn't have survived, even behind iron walls.
Hearing Catherine's voice, Alexander chuckled softly and affectionately ruffled her hair. "I'm also disappointed I didn't get to see you shoot. Maybe next time we can have a match."
The leader of the Faceless Ones was known as a sharpshooter, never missing a shot, killing with a single bullet. As the rival leader of the Shadow Syndicate, Alexander also wanted to see Catherine at her best.
Catherine raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Okay."
The helicopter landed at the foot of the black tower. Several burly men, over 7 feet tall with bare upper bodies and muscles like rocks, looked fierce and menacing.
Behind them sat an elderly man in his seventies.
Timothy had a scar running from his eyelid to his chin, and his gaze was as fierce and sinister as a lone wolf in the desert, enough to make anyone's heart tremble with just one look. He watched as Catherine and Alexander walked in.
Catherine, gripping a heavy sniper rifle, was decked out in a black one-piece military suit and high-heeled leather boots. Her gaze at Timothy was fearless, dripping with disdain and contempt.
"Timothy, this kind of intimidation at the entrance is just childish," she said coldly. "If you want to go to kindergarten, the Faceless Ones have a spot for you."
Alexander's hand rested on Catherine's waist. "The Faceless Ones run kindergartens?"
"When we took down the Galactic Aurora Collective, we rescued some people who were mentally disabled. I think their IQ is about the same as Timothy's!" Catherine teased.
Hearing these two young people mock Timothy, the surrounding men immediately raised their sniper rifles.
Timothy impatiently waved his hand. "Get out of here. You two, come over."
Timothy completely ignored Alexander, his gaze on Catherine filled with inexplicable heat. "You said your grandmother is Elodie? Then she now..."
"She passed away from brain cancer."
Hearing this, Timothy seemed incredulous but had to believe it. He sat on a throne inlaid with gemstones, diamonds, and high-end jade, his eyes filled with desolation. "Let me see your bracelet."
Catherine was wary. "This was left to me by my grandma. What if you don't return it?"
Timothy indeed had that intention! This bracelet was Elodie's favorite thing. Just seeing it reminded Timothy of Elodie. "You give me the bracelet, and I'll give you the person you're looking for!"
Catherine said coldly, "No way! This was left to me by my grandmother! How shameless can you be, trying to snatch a child's possession?"
Timothy was momentarily stunned, thinking, 'I haven't considered Catherine a child at all! What kind of child can nonchalantly cross the border, aim a sniper rifle at my head and dare call me shameless!'
"What else did you bring? Do you have any photos of Elodie? Let me see!" Timothy asked.
Catherine took out her phone and handed it to Timothy.
Timothy looked at it for a long time, somewhat unsatisfied. "Why are there only three photos? Do you have any others?"
Catherine said coldly, "Yes, there's also a video, but why should I show it to you?"
Looking at Catherine, Timothy, for the first time in his life, felt a sense of helplessness. "You've got a lot of guts. Do you know who I am?"
Catherine let out a cold laugh, looking disdainfully at the fierce-looking Timothy in front of her. "Do I need to know? I only need to know whether you were my grandma's friend, I never saw you while living with her. If she was important to you, why didn't you look for her? If she wasn't important, then I have no reason to show you her things!"
This question deeply stung Timothy. "I didn't know Elodie was still alive. I thought she was dead!"
Catherine crossed her arms, coldly taking her phone back from Timothy. "I am her only relative, and now you're bullying me with her photos!"
A hint of mischievous amusement flashed in Alexander's eyes as he thought, 'Timothy is the type who responds to softness rather than hardness. He became a king on the border in his early years because of his absolute strength. I thought Catherine would directly fight Timothy and was ready to protect her. But I didn't expect Catherine to have already figured out that Timothy and Elodie seem to have a special relationship! My fiancée is indeed smart enough.'
Timothy indeed panicked. "No, I didn't mean that! Elodie, I wasn't bullying her! I was just, just joking with her!"
Seeing his reaction, Catherine was even more certain that he knew Elodie in the past. "Where's the person I want? Let me see him."
Timothy rubbed his hands, called over a subordinate, whispered a few words, and the subordinate immediately ran out. "I'll let you see him. But he might not tell the truth. Jacob's cunning is something I've never seen before."
Catherine nodded. She had her own ways to make Jacob talk.
Five minutes later, the subordinate hurriedly ran back in. "Sir, Jacob suddenly fell ill and is about to die!"
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