After dinner, Aurelia headed to the training ground.
It wasn't hard to acquire these skills, as long as you had the guts.
Whenever she thought of the enemy hurting her child, hatred surged like a mighty river, giving her the strength to be neither soft-hearted nor soft-handed.
She needed to become stronger as quickly as possible, only a strong mother could protect her child.
Russell arrived, his tech team had traced the IP address of the email. It was almost certain that the sender was a hacker named Dupal, probably hired by the enemy. Dupal had been arrested two days ago.
Arnold asked gravely, "Who arrested him?"
"We haven't found that out yet. Our rivalry is very mysterious, possibly part of a mercenary organization," Russell replied.
Arnold's eyes darkened, appearing as unpredictable as a stormy night.
"I see. Send someone to the border office to check all the records of babies coming from our country in the past two months."
Russell nodded, "Yes."
Arnold glanced at Aurelia, who was engrossed in her shooting practice, her ears protected by muffs.
He walked out, asking in a low voice, "Did the people you sent to watch Marcia find anything?"
Russell replied, "She hasn't had any contact with Eldoria, but she's had several secret calls with someone in Freysland, all at night. I tracked the numbers, they're all payphones."
Arnold rubbed his chin, his expression pensive, "Keep an eye on them. Inform me of any findings immediately."
"Yes."
After Russell left, Arnold returned to Aurelia, gently patting her shoulder, "Let's call it a day. Don't overdo it."
Aurelia put down her gun.
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