My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 469: Chapter 431: The Shadow’s Headquarters (Part 2)

The scorching summer sun was no match for the biting cold of this snow-covered land.

The vast, snow-white expanse of the frozen wastes seemed utterly devoid of life.

A small private plane, apparently suffering from engine failure, plummeted from the sky and crashed into the white snow.

A deafening BOOM shook the ground.

"Sir, a plane crashed to the north. Should we go check it out?" a man hidden in a dense pine forest asked, observing the north through a pair of binoculars.

The fuselage was engulfed in flames, with thick black smoke billowing into the air.

"Sir, it might have parts we can use to modify the ship." The man’s eyes lit up as if he’d just spotted a treasure trove.

"Go take a look."

"Yes, sir."

The two men carefully emerged from the forest and slowly approached the small plane.

Resting on the snow and ice, the fire on the fuselage was quickly extinguished, leaving only the charred husk of the aircraft.

"Sir, look! There’s so much medicine here..." the man in the tight-fitting black uniform exclaimed, a look of delighted surprise on his face as he opened a broken crate.

There were many such crates scattered across the snow.

The man wearing the silver mask was quite surprised. This was a rare treasure indeed.

Ever since the Shadow Master was put on the International Martial Arts Bureau’s most-wanted list, many of their supply channels had been cut off. The mass sale of several desperately needed medicinal ingredients had been banned, bringing their experiments to a standstill.

"This is great. Mrs. M will be thrilled. Go back and get more people to help move the medicine."

"Yes, Sir—"

The man who stayed behind, a joyful expression on his face, leaped onto the plane. He slipped through the broken cabin door, intending to scavenge for more goods.

It appeared to be a small cargo plane, filled to the brim with crates of medicine.

Suddenly, he heard a sound—what seemed to be a faint cry for help.

The man was instantly on alert. A sharp dagger appeared in his hand as he tiptoed toward the source of the sound.

It was coming from the cockpit. The person crying for help must be the pilot.

A murderous glint appeared in the man’s eyes. He kicked the cockpit door open and stepped inside.

The heavy stench of blood filled the air. ’He must be seriously injured,’ he thought.

"Help... help me..."

But the man simply walked forward and swiftly slit the pilot’s throat with the tip of his dagger...

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"Faster! Keep moving! There are still crates in the cabin."

A group of people dressed in black cloaks and silver half-masks were methodically carrying the crates of medicine.

Beside the plane were several hand-pulled carts, already piled high with crates.

Each cart was pulled by four people. Wearing ice skates on their feet, they glided swiftly toward the mountain forest.

"Sir, should we haul the plane back later, too?" the man in the tight uniform asked.

But the man standing atop the plane replied in a low voice, "Do you want someone to find our base?"

The man immediately fell silent, not daring to say another word.

"Is the black box destroyed?"

"Destroyed. I guarantee no one will find us."

"Clean up our tracks. I’m heading back first..."

"Yes, Sir—"

The person on top of the plane zipped toward the forest, vanishing into the white landscape.

"His skills are getting more and more refined."

"Of course. Mrs. M’s medicine helped him reach the level of an Advanced Martial King. If you all work hard, you can improve this quickly too..."

As the last crate of medicine was loaded onto a cart, the man’s eyes crinkled into crescents with joy.

’Bringing back so much medicine, Mrs. M and the Shadow Master will definitely reward me handsomely. Maybe they’ll even give me one of the pills that can raise me to a Martial King.’

The group pulled the last cart of medicine, gliding rapidly into the forest. At a cliff’s edge, they pushed open the camouflage hiding their base—a door made of ice.

It was a type of ice wall invented by the Holy Lord. Some kind of viscous agent had been added to it, allowing it to serve as camouflage for the camp.

It was a common sleight of hand used in magic tricks.

Their Holy Lord was a man who loved to study all sorts of mechanisms. There was even a time when he had them call him Magician.

"We’re back... here..."

The man’s celebratory smile froze, wiped away by the scene before him. freewebnoveℓ.com

Lying on the snow were the brothers he had just been laughing with moments ago.

"Sir... Holy Lord—"

The man and the Shadow Killers beside him panicked. Forgetting the cart, they dashed deeper into the camp.

Along the way, they saw only the unconscious forms of Shadow Killers. No matter how much they shouted, none of them woke up, as if they had all been knocked out.

The white snow was dotted with scarlet specks—blood coughed up from heavy blows.

Suddenly, a loud gunshot echoed from the back of the mountain, immediately followed by a tremendous BOOM. A massive sheet of snow, like an avalanche, cascaded down the mountainside.

"Aurora Sinclair—"

Elias Lennox’s furious roar made the man and the remaining Shadow Killers turn pale.

They sprinted toward the back of the mountain.

But they only made it to the midway point before they could go no further. The aftershocks from the mountaintop nearly threw them off their feet.

The four of them turned pale, looking toward the summit with worry.

On the mountaintop—

Aurora Sinclair, clad in a black cloak, had her hand wrapped around Mrs. M’s neck. Opposite her, Elias Lennox had Elara Grant in a similar chokehold.

Many people lay on the ground around them, and quite a few Shadow Killers had already been swept off the cliff by the avalanche, lost forever.

Elias Lennox hadn’t expected Aurora Sinclair to be so ruthless.

If he hadn’t reacted quickly just now, all of them would have been buried forever beneath the white snow.

She was now intent on killing them.

"I saved your father!"

Aurora Sinclair slowly removed the mask from her face, her gaze chillingly cold as she stared at him.

"How about I shoot her right now and then bring her back to life?"

Elias Lennox stiffened, his expression turning grim. "We have no desire to be your enemy. From the very beginning, our only enemy has been the Winslow Clan..."

"But in the process, you’ve hurt many innocent people, including my parents and my master..."

Elias Lennox’s gaze darkened. "Are you determined to make an enemy of us today?"

"Where is Hector Lennox?" Aurora Sinclair demanded sternly.

Anger flashed across Elias Lennox’s face. He raised a hand and grabbed Elara Grant’s hair, drawing a miserable cry from her.

"Rory... run—"

Aurora Sinclair’s eyes widened in an instant, and she shot forward to save her.

The Power radiating from Elias Lennox surged as he used Elara Grant as a human shield, engaging Aurora Sinclair in battle.

A cruel smile slowly formed on his face. "As much as I’d like to kill you, the Holy Lord says you’re still useful..."

A silver glint flashed, and a sharp dagger plunged toward Aurora Sinclair’s body.

Elias Lennox released Elara Grant and darted backward to escape.

Aurora Sinclair’s eyes widened again. The face she remembered so well was now devoid of any warmth, a hint of malice in her eyes.

CLANG—

It was the sound of the blade hitting metal.

A look of astonishment appeared on Elara Grant’s vicious face. Aurora Sinclair watched her impassively.

A sharp pain shot through Elara Grant’s abdomen. She looked down in disbelief to see a single finger, sharp as a blade, pressed against her stomach.

The force from that one touch severed all the meridians in her body, and a mouthful of blood rushed up her throat.

"Aaargh—"

Her cry of pain was cut short by the sound of a gunshot.

Aurora Sinclair turned to see Mrs. M holding a gun, a panicked look on her face.

She had intended to shoot Aurora Sinclair but never expected her to dodge it.

The bullet had punched a bloody hole directly through Elara Grant’s forehead.

Elara Grant’s eyes were wide open as she fell backward, dead but unable to rest in peace.

Mrs. M pointed a trembling finger at Aurora Sinclair and shouted to the killers around her, "Quick... quickly, kill her!"

But at some point, the barrels of everyone’s guns had been plugged with ice and snow.

Aurora Sinclair flicked a finger, and the gun in Mrs. M’s hand instantly crumpled into a piece of scrap metal.

Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground in fear. "You... you can’t kill me... I created you..."

Aurora Sinclair slowly walked over, bent down, and said calmly, "Not a single one of you is getting away."