The Ulrich family’s funeral banquet started quite late. This was mainly because many people had come to pay their respects, and they were all prominent figures in Blumedale. Therefore, delays were inevitable.
Behind the main house stood a three–story villa, isolating the location completely from the noisy front.
Mason appeared at the villa’s entrance, and the security guard at the door said respectfully, “Mr. Ulrich!”
Mason grunted and pushed the door open to enter. The guard stood at the entrance with eagle eyes scanning back and forth. Surveillance cameras were also positioned all around the villa.
This invisibly demonstrated the importance of this building.
Andrew appeared silently at the corner of the villa.
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The camera above his head rotated constantly. Together with two other surveillance cameras, triangular surveillance system. This highly sophisticated algorithm could completely cover the villa’s perimeter, ensuring no blind spots.
However, the so–called “no blind spots” was not truly absolute. The three cameras had a one–third–second gap that created a dead zone. In other words, during that one–third of a second, there would be a surveillance blind spot.
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One–third of a second was extremely brief. However, for a master of Andrew’s caliber, it was enough. He needed no tools or leverage points and simply climbed up the villa’s smooth exterior wall.
If anyone had witnessed this scene, they would have exclaimed that he was defying physics.
The villa had three floors, and Andrew gracefully entered the second–floor balcony. The balcony’s glass door was easily pushed open, and he slipped inside.
The interior was quite dark because all the surrounding curtains were tightly drawn. He listened carefully for a while before quickly heading toward the stairs to infiltrate the third floor.
At this moment, Mason was sitting in the third–floor living room, looking exhausted. He had already removed his suit jacket and gun, placing them on the glass coffee table in front of him.
Besides him, there was no one else around. Through the overhead ventilation duct, Andrew watched him with an expressionless face.
If he wanted to, he could simply jump down and snap Mason’s neck immediately. Nonetheless, he did not want to. He was waiting for the big fish behind Mason.
“Who’s there? Come out!” Suddenly, Mason shouted in alarm and grabbed the gun in front of him.
Andrew’s heart tensed as his body stiffened, instinctively ready to strike. But the next second, he forcibly held back
Mason’s gun was not pointing in his direction but toward the balcony outside the living room.
After a brief silence, the balcony curtains were pulled aside and a figure walked in.
It was Marcelo!
This was completely unexpected for Andrew.
Mason’s face also showed great surprise. “Mr. Byrne, what are you doing here?”
Marcelo ignored the gun and simply sat beside the coffee table. “Why can’t I be here? Were you expecting someone else?”
Mason quickly explained, “No, that’s not it. I was just surprised. I didn’t expect you to suddenly appear here!”
A hint of disdain appeared at the corner of Marcelo’s mouth. “You should put that gun away. You know that thing in your hand can’t hurt me.”
Mason hesitated for a moment, then put the gun away. Given Marcelo’s strength, it would not matter if he had a pistol or even a rocket launcher on his shoulder.
After all, Marcelo could take his life in an instant.
“Showing up uninvited isn’t my usual style, but I snuck in here because I have something very important to discuss,” Marcelo said with a grim expression.
