When the Red Falcon was slung over the shoulder, there was a mont of daze.
John used a combat technique to carry injured comrades, which reminded her of the days she served.
The cold wind seeped into her neck, bringing a chill.
The Red Falcon slled the familiar industrial odor of Palr and saw the familiar street scenes passing underneath.
The fatigue from blood loss made her faint multiple tis.
Escape, injury, isolated and helpless, kidnapped...
The encounters of the past few days flashed before her eyes, and a strong premonition told her—it was all about to end, death or sothing else, sothing was waiting for her at the end.
She was thrown into the back seat of the Silver Rider 577.
Bang.
The magnetic door shut, cutting off the noise outside.
The supercar turned at the dock and left Palr at top speed.
All that was left was the roar of the engine.
[Mission Objective Update]
[Return to the City Core Sky View Apartnt. (Not Achieved)]
"We et again, red-haired girl."
Oulos sat in the front passenger seat with her legs crossed, propping up her chin, scrutinizing the Red Falcon through the rearview mirror.
"You! Bitch! You damn it, Samuel and Hughes were killed by your damn mission!"
The Red Falcon seed to have been injected with adrenaline.
She stared at Oulos fiercely, her body wrapped tight by the sheets, struggling forward desperately, but ended up falling into the seat crevice, unable to even get up.
"A fringe walker squad, two freelance hackers, three internal informants who knew each other, and a subcontractor, a temp worker who didn’t know the exact mission but just worked for the money..."
Oulos murmured softly.
She ignored the Red Falcon’s curses, raised her free hand, slowly adjusting the rearview mirror until she could see the other party again, the two locking eyes through the glass.
"A total of twenty-three people."
This was the team Oulos had specifically hired for that hovercar theft mission.
"Now, you’re the only one left breathing, dear. Although it’s unfortunate, your, Samuel’s, and Hughes’ lives aren’t worth spending so much money and effort on, understand?"
"But you damn well didn’t say there was a trap inside!"
"You earn blood money, Samuel and everyone involved in the mission got 80% of the full paynt. Did you think this job would be easy? You couldn’t handle the tough job; are you blaming the middleman for not being able to predict the future!?"
Tears of unwillingness flowed from the Red Falcon’s eyes, wanting to turn her head away.
Pa!
Oulos snapped her fingers, not giving her ti to wallow in sadness but continuing to press her.
"Ti is limited, you need to tell what exactly happened on that damn hovercar?"
"Why should I!"
"Do you really want to take the secret to the grave?"
"That would be better than letting people like you gloat!"
The Red Falcon stiffened her neck.
Her head of red hair was like withered grass soaked in the riverbank.
"Hah."
Oulos let out a cold laugh, squinting her eyes, data streams flashing in her golden pupils.
"Did you know Samuel had a sister?"
The Red Falcon’s expression froze in the rearview mirror.
Oulos nodded.
"Good that you know, her address is Dan Street 144, low-rent apartnt 6B-1, works at a dismantling plant, last month had half her foot crushed by a falling engine."
Her expression was mocking, her eyes viciously terrifying.
"Samuel used his advance paynt to get her a prosthetic limb, almost all expenses went on hospital and treatnt costs."
"Huff, huff! Bitch!"
The Red Falcon’s breathing beca rapid.
Oulos let out another cold laugh.
"I don’t want to waste effort killing a young girl, but the current situation is...you all ssed up my job and still want to play the ga of silence, do you want to sing you a lullaby?"
"..."
The Red Falcon’s eyes flickered.
Oulos finally lost her patience.
She released her chin-supporting hand, waved gently, and sent a photo to the Red Falcon.
It was Samuel’s sister.
She lay in the hospital bed, frowning, the tistamp on the monitoring equipnt showed it was five minutes ago.
"I’ll give you the last fifteen seconds."
"Fuck!"
The Red Falcon gritted her teeth and lowered her head.
There was no expression behind Oulos’s black-frad glasses.
"We were waiting at the server room door; the agreed-upon password couldn’t open the room, Hughes said it was bad, I damn well should have listened to him..."
The rcenary team reached the mission location and lost contact with the ground the mont they inserted the key.
A strange firewall surrounded the hovercar.
"We didn’t receive your retreat command. Samuel wasn’t willing to just leave; he wanted to make money!"
They took the security chief hostage, used biotric identification to bypass the primary defense, and opened the cargo compartnt.
"There was no experintal data inside!"
There were bloodshot eyes in the Red Falcon’s eyes.
"There were people inside, ard, Samuel was shot dead as soon as the door was opened!"
"Just like that?"
Oulos didn’t grasp it.
"How did the hovercar crash?"
"I don’t know, the communication channel was cut off, logically I was the last one to go in, Samuel was shot dead on the spot; Hughes was shot while taking out, I was the only one who found a parachute."
The Red Falcon recounted more details, but not a single clue pointed to that mysterious piece of information.
"Damn, no information at all!"
There was no trace of sympathy in Oulos’s tone.
This is how it is with middlen: when doing business, it’s always about profit first—as everyone is dead, they should be used for value, she hated getting caught up in trouble without knowing anything.
The Red Falcon also fell silent.
The street scene outside was becoming dazzling and vibrant.
The Silver Rider supercar skidded past [City Core Square], heading to the most bustling section of the city.
It was the Red Falcon who broke the silence inside the car.
"Hughes followed Samuel into the room; before he died, he told that the people inside weren’t corporate soldiers, they were bigwigs."
Her voice was low, weak, her words sounding like the unwilling last words before death.
Oulos’s eyes flickered, and she asked.
"Did he recognize anyone?"
"Yes, ... the mayor, the ECPD chief, and the customs office director...many, many..."
"Are you sure?"
Oulos didn’t show a trace of emotion on her face.
The Red Falcon nodded.
"Hughes often watched the news and paid attention to city dynamics. His favorite saying was—the scraps from the bigwigs’ negotiations are the things we have to fight for with our lives."
Oulos didn’t speak further.
[Eden City - City Core Sky View Apartnt]
The Silver Rider 577 drove into the underground garage.
The garage was spacious, with only a few high-end business vehicles parked, just like the luxury apartnt building, all assets under Oulos’s na.
This field job was considered basically over at this point.
Just as John was about to ask how to handle the girl in the back, the corner of his eye caught an extrely faint movent.
Buzz—
Sianweistan activated instantly.
Two single-molecule samurai swords pierced directly through the alloy car door of the driver’s seat, one on each side.
The passenger seat was reclined.
The carbon fiber backrest smacked into the Red Falcon’s arm, resulting in a crisp sound of bone fracturing and a scream.
Oulos narrowly dodged the sharp blade.
Only a few broken strands of hair floated inside the car.
John was also in a reclined position.
He kicked the samurai sword that stabbed into the main seat, grabbed a smart submachine gun from his side, unable to aim, and just extended it out the window, emptying the magazine directly.
Cobalt blue electric arcs splattered in the underground garage.
The driver’s door was jamd by the samurai sword.
John slid to the back seat, picked up the gun, slid out through the rear door, and while lying on his side, shot three rounds at the attacker.
He precisely hit the target’s head and chest.
But it was no use.
John also found himself in shock.
Because he recognized the attacker—a humanoid machine with a mosaic camouflage cloak, with blue light flashing in its hollowed-out tal ribs.
Code na: Chuan!
A high-level assassin cultivated by the Raftaki Group.
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