Chapter 1017

Chapter 1017 Gordon Quinnell

Wynter stood up, determined to act. The false information had undoubtedly caused dire consequences, leading to Gordon’s lingering guilt. She had to rectify this.

“We caught up with them!” someone reported. “Sir, we’ve caught up with the squad!”

Axel said in surprise, ‘So quickly?”

“The road ahead was damaged by the enemy’s explosion. They were just about to turn back and take a different route. So, they haven’t gone far.”

Just then, the elite scouting squad sprinted toward them with their packs. Despite being just a handful of people, their efficiency was impressive.

Good scouts had to be fast, adept at hiding, and skilled in signaling. Typically, they were the best in the company.

Without a frontline scouting team, one had to advance in battle with great danger and uncertainty.

Seeing the scouts‘ faces, Wynter realized they were marked for death.

The false information wasn’t just to mislead Axel. Although Axel might have his battle tactics, he was still sure to send scouts to investigate.

Hence, the intel was designed to lead the scouts into an enemy trap, ensuring their capture and subsequent torture to death.

“This newspaper must be burned,” Wynter declared while striking a match.

As the paper caught fire, the southern sky began to clear.

Sometimes, objects held more than just memories–they held regrets. Gordon must have blamed himself for the false message that doomed the scouts.

Wynter had salvaged the situation now that the newspaper burned and the scouts were called back.

As Wynter saw the sky clear up, she called out, “They’ve returned and haven’t gone south. Rest assured

that I will find what you left for me.

“I know someone has been using your name to tarnish the Quinnell family’s reputation. Once I’m out, I will

make them pay.”

The newspaper’s ashes seemed to respond, drifting toward the formation’s entrance. However, a thick. black mist lingered at the intersection of the outside world and the Earthbound Formation.

The four college students saw this, too. The girl in the Foplyanese outfit desperately tried to run toward it.

Wynter raised her rifle and warned, “If you touch that, I will kill you right here.”

The girl’s eyes reddened as she screamed, “That’s the way out! Don’t you see? I don’t want to stay here. another minute!”

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Wynter replied calmly, “I’ll let you know when it’s safe to leave. For now, stay put. If you move, I’ll count to

three. One, two…”

Seeing she was serious, the girl stopped.

Wynter was at a disadvantage without her needles. However, she swiftly immobilized the girl with a precise touch and then handed her to Jairo.

“You shall leave the way you came. Stay here. Once I’ve finished, you’ll return to your bodies. All of you

shall not wander off.”

These four weren’t like Wynter–they had entered the formation in spirit form.

Leaving in this state would mean they couldn’t return to life, and the formation would absorb even more resentment from the living world.

The spot where the ashes fell was the entrance to the formation. Wynter didn’t believe it was a coincidence. She decided to move closer.