Chapter 699 Chaotic Situation (4) Rescue
Giselle looked a bit curious, "Young man?"
"Alaric," Tomas called out.
Alaric quickly approached and bent down, showing great respect.
"This is Mrs. Hotchner of the Hotchner family," Tomas said.
"I'm Alaric, nice to meet you, Mrs. Hotchner," Alaric greeted proactively.
Giselle glanced at Alaric, "He's quite handsome."
"He's very capable," Tomas said with a smile, "I really admire his abilities. In the future, he will definitely be an elite of the Yakurosean Empire."
"Thank you, Mr. Monroe, for your training," Giselle said politely.
"Not at all. Aren't our two major noble families here to protect the Yakurosean Empire? Producing some elites is only natural."
"Mr. Monroe, you're right. Over the years, you've indeed produced a lot of talent. Gideon, you should learn more from Mr. Monroe. You've been stubbornly working your own way all these years and haven't trained many talents," Giselle said with a hint of reproach.
In fact, she was implying that the Hotchner family had never had any ambition and hadn't strengthened their power.
Tomas, of course, understood this. He pretended to be magnanimous and said, "Mrs. Hotchner, you shouldn't say that about Gideon. Gideon is still young and should spend more time and energy on himself. I'm getting old, so I should prepare more for the future, training and discovering some young people to assist Alfonso and Gideon. It's only right."
"Mr. Monroe, I admire your character," Giselle said, raising her glass. "I toast to you."
"Thank you, I toast to you," Tomas also raised his glass.
They drank.
To outsiders, the two major noble families appeared harmonious and friendly.
But everyone in the banquet hall knew there was an undercurrent of tension.
Yet no one dared to show it.
The banquet continued.
Outside the banquet.
Dashiell had already infiltrated the outside of the Monroe Mansion.
He spent half a day analyzing the layout of the Monroe Mansion.
Then he spent another hour hacking into the Monroe Mansion's surveillance system. However, Gideon was no ordinary person. When he accessed the surveillance system, he found only footage from a few days ago when the Monroe Mansion still had internet. In the past two days, Gideon had disconnected all the internet cables, making it impossible to see real-time surveillance.
But there was an advantage: he could see how many guards were in the courtyard and when they patrolled.
Based on precise data calculations.
He roughly knew when and where it was safe.
At 6 PM.
After confirming that Gideon had arrived at the banquet hall, Dashiell waited outside for two hours before slowly entering the Monroe Mansion.
There were guards around the Monroe Mansion, but they patrolled in shifts.
As long as he found the right timing, he could successfully avoid the patrols.
Dashiell identified a spot where the surveillance cameras wouldn't capture him, recalling the timing he had calculated in the afternoon.
He counted to three silently.
Agilely, he climbed over a high wall.
There was an electric fence on the wall, but Dashiell had already put on insulated clothing and gloves.
After climbing up, he quickly jumped down the next second.
Upon landing, he swiftly rolled into a corner of the wall.
At the same time, a group of patrolling guards walked past the spot where he had just landed.
A second later, he would have been discovered.
Dashiell was still a bit nervous.
He forced himself to stay calm and steady his breathing.
After a few seconds, according to his precise calculations, he left the corner and quickly ran to another spot, hiding in another corner.
He now needed to quietly subdue a patrolling guard and put on the guard's uniform to infiltrate more smoothly.
After all, the closer he got to the inside of the Monroe Mansion, the more guards there were, and the more frequent the patrols.
It was too difficult to easily avoid the guards.
He was fully tense, concentrating on the approaching footsteps.
This was the only place where only two guards passed by every three minutes.
He had only one chance; he had to succeed.
He listened to the footsteps.
Counting silently in his mind.
Three.
Two.
One.
Dashiell quickly covered one guard's mouth with a prepared handkerchief. The handkerchief was soaked in a sedative that would knock the guard out in two seconds.
The other guard was about to draw his gun.
Dashiell had already subdued the first guard and grabbed the second guard's hand. As the guard was about to fire, Dashiell applied force, causing the guard to release the gun in pain, as if his hand had shattered.
The guard was about to shout.
Dashiell covered the second guard's face with the same handkerchief, and in two seconds, the guard was unconscious.
The entire process took only ten seconds.
He crouched down and quickly dragged the two guards into a nearby bush, stripping one of them of his uniform. After putting it on, he walked out of the bush.
Exactly three minutes.
At that moment, two more guards approached, looking at Dashiell alone with cold faces, "Why are you alone? Where's the other one?"
The Hotchner family's guards always patrolled in pairs.
"He went to the bathroom."
"Who allowed him to go to the bathroom?" one guard said with a grim face.
"He seemed to have eaten Mexican food last night," the other guard couldn't help but say.
"I've told you many times, no eating unclean food the day before or on the day of patrol duty!"
Dashiell and the other guard didn't dare to speak again.
"I'll deal with him after the patrol," the lead guard said harshly, then coldly to Dashiell, "Don't wait for him, do your own job!"
"Yes," Dashiell said respectfully.
After the two guards left.
"That guard looked unfamiliar, is he new?" one guard muttered.
"What did you say! Focus during patrol!" the lead guard said angrily.
The guard didn't dare voice his doubts again.
Dashiell remained calm and quickly moved to another area.
He passed by many guards.
Seeing him alone, the guards were a bit surprised.
But since they were on duty, no one dared to say anything.
During patrol, no talking was allowed.
Because of this, Dashiell was temporarily safe.
After all, without talking, no one could raise questions.
He took a deep breath.
Finally, he reached Cecilia's small courtyard.
He had reviewed the surveillance footage from the past few days.
There wasn't much surveillance where Cecilia lived.
It only showed her when she was active in the courtyard.
Dashiell saw that she didn't seem to have changed much. Living in such a place, she still maintained her calm and composure.
But no one knew what she was hiding beneath her indifferent exterior.
He could only do his best to take Cecilia away.
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