But in doing so, she had revealed herself. The men outside now knew someone else was in the cabin, and they began trying to force their way in through the windows.

With two windows to defend, Sylvia couldn't guard both at once. Eventually, one of the men managed to jump inside. Sylvia lunged at him, and they fell into a desperate struggle.

She knew she couldn't afford a prolonged fight, so her movements were swift and brutal, aiming for her opponent's weaknesses with sharp kicks and precise strikes.

But more men were pouring in. Kant, unable to resist, peeked out from under the bed. A mercenary raised his gun, aiming for the boy's head.

"Get back!" Sylvia screamed, kicking a stool into the man's shoulder and knocking the gun from his hand.

Bang! The trigger was pulled as the gun fell, and the bullet tore through the wooden wall.

Sylvia fought off two more men, moving closer to the bed to protect Kant from being captured.

Another mercenary jumped in, assessed the situation, and dropped to the ground, preparing to fire under the bed at Kant.

Sylvia vaulted forward, kicking the gun out of his hands.

She spun around, intending to grab the weapon, but two more mercenaries closed in, attacking her from behind.

Sylvia grabbed one man's arm, twisted it with a dislocating force, and spun, driving her foot into the other's abdomen.

She wasn't as strong as these men, but she was agile, her movements as fluid as water, each one striking a vital point. For a moment, they couldn't get near her.

Just as she was about to make another move for the gun, a man leaped onto the bamboo bed. He ripped it apart, grabbed a terrified Kant, and held a knife to his thin neck.

"Don't move! One more move and I'll kill him!"

At that exact moment, the main door was kicked open. Gabriel, drawn by the gunshot, strode in. Behind him, the clearing was littered with the bodies of his attackers.

At the sight of him, the remaining mercenaries grew even more cautious, all of them raising their weapons.

The mercenary closest to Sylvia pointed his gun at her head.

Gabriel's gaze snapped to him. "Don't you dare point that gun at her," he said, his voice dangerously low.

The man flinched under Gabriel's icy stare, his hand trembling, but he held his ground.

Gabriel took a step toward Sylvia. The mercenary, his eyes wide with a primal fear, instinctively backed away, swinging his gun toward Gabriel.

In the world of mercenaries, Gab was a legend, a god. No matter how strong or brave you were, you felt fear in the presence of a god.

In the instant the gun moved, Gabriel's and shot out. He seized the rifle twisted it from the man's grasp, and brought the Butt of the weapon down on his neck in a single, brutally efficient motion.

The man, an experienced and powerful soldier himself, had no chance to react. He crumpled to the floor.

The others saw this and immediately aimed all their weapons at Gabriel.

"Gab, fancy meeting you here." A man's voice, rough and distorted by a voice modulator, came from the doorway.

Gabriel stood beside Sylvia, his eyes

scanning her from head to toe

Seeing that she was unharmed, the

murderous aura around him

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He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind

her ear before turning hist

to the man who had just entered.

It was another mercenary, powerfully built, but unlike the others, he wore a clown mask instead of a face covering.

The atmosphere in the cabin was dead silent, the tension palpable. The clown's comical smile seemed only sinister and grotesque.

The masked man glanced at the terrified Kant, then back at Gab. "I trust you remember Giles?"