"And you, Carol, you traitor, co back with and kneel before the elders!"
"In your dreams!" Rosemary and Carol spoke simultaneously, casting each other a surprised glance.
They didn’t expect to be in such agreent.
"It’s been a while since I’ve had a good workout."
After being hit by Rosemary, so of the poison in her body was expelled, making Carol feel much lighter.
She flexed her wrists, ready for a showdown.
The masked man at the front sneered, "We’ve set a trap for you. You two have no chance of escaping from here. You might as well surrender."
"Talks too much," Carol and Rosemary once again spoke simultaneously, both displaying a mocking smile. Their beauty had a touch of chill and coolness.
Rosemary said with interest, "Show us what you’ve got."
"Take this!" Like a bolt of lightning, Carol quickly moved to the front.
Rosemary was surprised that Carol was so much faster than before, just by expelling so of the poison. Her moves were quicker and more precise.
Rosemary was also gaining the upper hand on those n. Those small fries were easy for her to deal with.
Waves of people kept on pouring in from outside, like mushrooms after the rain.
At the sa ti, bullets were raining down on them.
Rosemary overturned a table, sending it flying in front of Carol to shield her.
Carol picked up a small knife that soone had dropped and threw it accurately toward the man sneaking up behind Rosemary, hitting him.
The two of them were protecting each other in their own ways.
The masked man was taken aback by their seamless cooperation and the formidable aura they exuded.
It seed like Mr. Byron was right—Rosemary was one of the forces Carol had trained in secret for the resistance!
Not only did she train people in secret, but she also collaborated with Mafia Fla, harming their own people.
Those two cris alone were enough to send Carol to the depths of hell!
The others in the organization wouldn’t dare to protect her after all of that.
At that point, Rosemary looked at Carol and hurriedly asked, "Where is the thing from earlier?"
Carol was confused. What thing?
Suddenly, she rembered and took out a small dicine bottle from her pocket, asking in confusion, "This?"
"Deadly Seven Step?!"
Rosemary raised an eyebrow as if to say, yes, that was it.
Carol imdiately threw the bottle over. Rosemary caught it easily, and in less than two seconds, she had mixed the Deadly Seven Step into another dicine she had.
With a flick of her wrist, the gray powder flew toward the others. They didn’t understand what was happening to them until they started to fall one by one, unable to move.
The masked man imdiately covered his nose but still inhaled so of the fine powder. In a few seconds, he also felt weak and powerless.
What was that stuff?
It was incredibly potent.
Did Carol and that girl research so kind of drug in secret to use against the organization?
Thinking about that, the masked man’s anger flared. He felt that Carol had gone way too far!
She was like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
The organization had nurtured her for so many years, only to raise a scourge!
"I call this one ’One Step Down’," Rosemary improvised a na, smirking at the dozens of defeated n lying haphazardly in front of her. It seed like the organization wasn’t as formidable as they thought.
Carol was stunned by Rosemary’s intelligence. Just by mixing two drugs together, she’d produced such a potent effect.
How did she manage that?
The weary masked man quickly pressed a button on his wristwatch, and soon, a squad of loyal operatives appeared at the door.
They seed like they’d just arrived from the Underworld, each exuding an intense chill. The cold wind from the window poured in, sending shivers down one’s spine.
Upon seeing this group, Carol’s eyes dimd slightly. She knew that today could very well be her last.
She glanced at Rosemary and said quietly, "You go first."
She’d provide cover for Rosemary.
Rosemary rely arched an eyebrow, "Finally, so useful help?"
"They’ve received special training from a young age, impervious to poison and invincible to weaponry."
They were also injected with all sorts of drugs. Their muscle strength and power far exceeded that of a regular human.
Carol’s current skills were honed through countless battles with these freaks from a young age.
Of course, she suffered nurous injuries in the process.
Because these n had "indestructible bodies," blades struggled to pierce their skin. The toxins within their bodies were complex, making them seem less than human. Even their complexions were an eerie, sickly green.
"Take him away."
The ’him’ Carol referred to was naturally Clark.
If the organization had dispatched this group, it ant they were close to finding Mafia Fla. It wasn’t safe for Clark to stay here. He needed to return to his holand—the sooner, the better.
"He must be taken away." Carol lunged at one of the operatives first. "Now’s the chance."
But her strikes and moves seed to rely tickle Operative 1107.
1107 stood still, unmoving like a statue.
After Carol had attacked seven or eight tis, he retaliated with a swift punch.
With just one punch, Carol stumbled backward, clutching her stomach in pain.
Rosemary quickly supported Carol. She had clearly seen the speed of the man’s punch. It was indeed faster than both of theirs. Even the force of it was stronger.
Realizing the severity of the situation, Rosemary whispered, "What’s their deal?"
"Over the years, they’ve been injected with all sorts of drugs," Carol gritted through the pain. "They’ve beco monstrous—half-man, half-ghost, unrecognizable."
They were like emotionless puppets, only knowing how to complete their tasks and never giving up until they do.
"Do they have any weaknesses?" Rosemary asked again.
"After all these years of fighting them, I’ve yet to discover any."
Rosemary looked at the thirty-odd eerie individuals before her and felt the pressure mount.
What she didn’t expect was more reinforcents to arrive.
As far as the eye could see, the crowd was a sea of black—like soldiers sent by the Grim Reaper.
The organization was pulling out all the stops, determined to bring them back.
"Rosemary, find a way to escape." Carol straightened her frail body despite the pain, whispering, "I’ll hold them off for a while. You help get him away."
Looking at the dense crowd before her, Rosemary replied, "There’s no way out."
Carol knew the chances were slim, but what if there was a chance to escape later?
"I won’t leave you behind," Rosemary added. "I wouldn’t be able to face Clark if anything happened to you—let alone your Dennis."
So what if they were just a bunch of half-human, half-ghost monsters?
She pulled out a slender stick from her bag, extending it to about a yard long.
"Tasers won’t work on them."
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