The Damned Demon

Chapter 639  A Suspicious Move

Derek turned slowly, his face coming into view—his expression dark and hardened, "It looks like the Coven of the Damned have shown their hands again to hinder my plans. They are the only ones who would dare and have the resources to blow up one of my towers, and they will try it again. But this time, I want you to be there, catch them, and bring whoever it is to me. Even if it\'s not a cult member of this cult, I still want you to bring them alive. You are free to cripple them, of course," he instructed in a low, cold voice.

Anna nodded slowly, her demeanor unchanging as she processed the orders, "But how do you know when they will try again? My cover might be put at risk if I dedicate all my time to—"

"Next Friday," Derek interjected firmly, "I want you to show up for the unveiling ceremony in disguise. I will get you in, and all you have to do is keep an eye on everything, make sure no bomb goes off, and keep an eye out for any suspicious movements. There will be other Hunters at the site, but kill them if they try to follow after the one who planted the bomb. You have to be the one to catch them first."

Anna could understand that one of the reasons he told her to kill any Hunters following the bomber was to avoid any suspicion that she was working for someone under the WHA…someone like him.

So even if she ends up fighting any cult member, it would only look like an internal feud between demons. This made her wonder how far he was willing to destroy his own people to accomplish his ambitions.

"But your wife will be there as well. What if she tries to follow them?" Anna inquired, her voice impassive yet filled with hidden meaning.

Derek\'s eyes narrowed briefly, a flicker of complication crossing his otherwise resolute face, "Obviously, my wife shouldn\'t be harmed. But I will give you something to knock her out, just in case. You have to catch them because we might not get another chance. They are the only thing standing between what you and I want, even if we want different things. Don\'t forget that," he stated, his tone laced with a hidden urgency.

Anna\'s nod was firm, her eyes narrowing in determination as she absorbed the weight of her orders.

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The air in France was thick with anticipation and a tinge of unrest on the day of the Junction Tower unveiling. The structure, towering and imposing, stood as a monument of modern defense amidst the rolling landscapes that had once housed generations of family businesses and ancestral lands. The public opinion was a mosaic of emotions—some resentful of their displacement, others hopeful for the protection the tower promised against demonic threats.

Amidst this charged atmosphere, Cecilia stood on an elevated platform, her posture rigid with vigilance. The absence of Advisor Ash, who had proven instrumental in prior security measures, especially in the last ceremony, left a noticeable gap in her confidence, even if it was just one incident, prompting her to station additional Hunters around the perimeter as a precaution.

She would rather not have these unveiling ceremonies, but it served two important purposes. One was to personally make sure the tower was ready to function in the future and this required it to be tested in an open area with vast access to mana.

The other reason was to increase the people\'s morale and to lessen the protests of those who suffered some losses because of this.

Beside her, the President of France, Claude, a man in his late seventies with a dignified bearing, joined by other government officials, appeared equally tense yet trying to maintain a semblance of calm. His eyes occasionally swept over the tower, reflecting the weight of his decision to allow the tower\'s construction.

"Would our present security be enough to thwart any demon attacks, Mrs. Sterling?" Claude asked, his voice carrying a hint of anxiety, as he adjusted his position slightly behind Cecilia.

Cecilia turned, offering him a reassuring smile that she hoped masked her own underlying concerns, "Do not worry, Mr. President. We have done our best to ensure the security is tighter than ever. Unfortunately, there is a limit to how tight we can make it since we also have to divide our assets around to protect the other towers and for our agency\'s other matters. But even if things go south, we have multiple capable Hunters stationed to catch the culprit."

Claude dabbed his forehead with a kerchief, his smile strained as he responded, "It wasn\'t easy to give the green light for the development of this tower in our country. But we are trusting the WHA and your husband for the sake of the safety and future of our people."

Cecilia nodded slowly, feeling a knot tighten in her stomach. The weight of having to see this to completion and the collective hope of the people was a heavy mantle. As she scanned the crowd, her eyes sharp and searching, she silently prayed that the day would end without incident.

Unbeknownst to them all, a figure lurked within the security perimeter, blending in yet apart. Dressed as a media person, Anna, with a white mask and sunglasses, walked around as if she were recording everything.

Although she held a huge camera, her posture was too tense, too alert for someone simply covering the event. Her gaze darted around, taking in the positions of the Hunters, the flow of the crowd and those going in and out of the secure entrance, and every possible exit route. The atmosphere near the entrance of the secure perimeter was charged with a meticulous tension as officials and guests arrived for the unveiling of the new Junction Tower. Among them, a woman with her brown hair tied into a neat bun and clad in a sharp black suit with a pencil skirt approached the scanner. Her round spectacles added a touch of scholarly elegance to her demeanor as she passed through the initial security checkpoint, the scanner emitting a green light indicating her clearance.

As she moved forward, a female officer approached with a hand scanner, "Ma\'am, please place your suitcase on the tray and spread your limbs slightly to let me scan you," she instructed with professional courtesy.

Grace, under the guise of Senator Louise and an ID card around her neck, nodded compliantly. She placed her suitcase on the tray, maintaining her composed facade as other officers opened it to inspect its contents. Instead of the conventional way of going through them with their hands, they simply sent it through a scanner that emitted a slight shimmering field, scanning each item which continued to show green lights, indicating nothing amiss.

"Thank you, Senator Louise. Please go ahead," the female officer said, stepping aside respectfully as Grace collected her belongings with a polite smile and continued inward.

Once past the security perimeter, Grace\'s gaze shifted subtly to the imposing silhouette of the Junction Tower just 50 feet away.

She navigated through the crowd, her steps measured and inconspicuous, until she found a spot near some empty seats arranged close to the tower. There, she discreetly pressed a hidden button on her suitcase before setting it vertically on the floor, ensuring it had a clear line of sight towards the tower. After a careful scan of her surroundings to ensure no immediate attention was on her from the Hunter and the guards making their rounds, she seized her moment to walk away.

She knew it was tight but was confident she could make her escape.

Meanwhile, not far from the scene, Anna watched intently while using the huge camera as a cover to hide her gaze. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she observed a certain \'Senator\' place the suitcase and then hastily start to leave. Something about the woman\'s brisk, almost frantic pace piqued her suspicion.

She wasn\'t even accompanied by anyone despite looking so important.

Just as Grace quickened her steps towards the exit, a Hunter nearby spotted the unattended suitcase, "Suspicious suitcase at my 10. I will go and investigate," he communicated through his comms.

Another Hunter, who had noticed the \'Senator\'s\' previous proximity to the suitcase, quickly added, "That senator was sitting near it before. She is leaving. Quick, stop her!"

Anna, hearing the commotion and seeing the guards mobilize, frowned deeply and hurried toward the exit, intent on intercepting that mysterious woman.

Grace, sensing the tightening noose, allowed a sly smirk to cross her lips. She picked up her pace, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease and towards the exit. However, before the guards could close in,

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