He could only use the word "ferocious" to describe her. The two black assassins were also very skilled. They were large and powerful. Just by looking at their build, Wushuang was definitely no match for them in raw strength. Ghost Face had been in the business for so many years and hadn’t encountered many female assassins or special agents. The few famous ones usually excelled with guns and hidden weapons. Won’s hand-to-hand combat was naturally inferior to n’s, so they usually chose more agile fighting styles. Very few won were this spectacular in close-quarters combat.
The two black assassins attacked from the left and right. Wushuang leaped up, performing a sweeping kick that landed on one man’s chest. He staggered back a few steps. Wushuang imdiately ducked, dodging the punch of the assassin on the right. She delivered an uppercut to the black assassin’s jaw. He spat out so white liquid and instantly recoiled. The other man attacked again, his fist landing on Wushuang’s shoulder. Her shoulder went numb for a mont, but as she turned, her fist delivered a three-hit combo, forcing the black man to the wall. She suddenly grabbed his arm, yelled, and threw the black assassin out the window.
A killer twice her weight was tossed out like garbage. Ghost Face was stunned. *Damn. Is that a woman? Is that a woman? Is that a woman?* Such a formidable woman was truly rare!
The black assassin’s body slamd into the window. Glass shattered, and the man was thrown from the third floor. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. Ghost Face thought that it must be the sniper from above firing. He would be shot into a hornet’s nest.
The other assassin was also shocked. He had thought that the three of them could easily take down one woman. Yet, in a short ti, she had defeated two of his partners, leaving him to fight alone.
Wushuang collected herself, flexing her shoulder that had just been hit, as if simply stretching her muscles. Then she cracked her knuckles and once again assud a fighting stance. A slight, challenging sneer curved her lips, with a hint of contempt, as if she could dispatch him with a single punch. Ghost Face was bewildered. Her nature was truly rebellious. Even in this situation, why provoke him?
The black assassin was indeed no match. Goaded by Wushuang, he roared and swung his fist toward her. Wushuang t him with her own fist. The two n fought. The man’s fighting skills were formidable, but not as terrifying as Wushuang’s. After a few moves, Wushuang knocked him out, and he couldn’t get up again. Ghost Face estimated that the black man’s ribs were probably broken by Wushuang.
A woman using a three-hit combo and an uppercut with such strength and dominance, wielding an unstoppable force with every punch—such an aura was rare even in n. While Ghost Face admired her, he also felt a sense of terror.
She was truly Ye Wei’s daughter. Her fierceness surpassed her mother’s back in the day. After defeating three black assassins, all she had was a few punches to her shoulder.
"How are my skills compared to yours?" Wushuang asked with a domineering smile, her eyebrow raised. All the assassins on the third floor had been taken down by them.
Ghost Face smiled. "Are you telling to retreat from difficulty?"
"What if I am? It’s not embarrassing. Don’t worry, I won’t mock you," Wushuang said, waving her hand. Her queenly dominance was evident. Ghost Face shook his head. Wushuang’s eyes suddenly narrowed. She quickly lunged, tackling Ghost Face to the ground. A volley of bullets flew over their heads, embedding themselves in the wall, creating bullet holes. Then, the incessant sound of gunfire continued, with a dense spray of bullets shattering the windows and sweeping into the room.
"Go!" Wushuang grabbed Ghost Face’s arm. Ignoring his gunshot wound, she threw him across the floor. The floor was slippery, making it easy to move across the ground. Ghost Face used the montum to slide into a corner. Wushuang rolled a few tis on the ground and dove into a corner on the other side. Shielded by the wall, they were safe for the mont.
...
Ghost Face held his pistol in his left hand, clutching his profusely bleeding right arm. Wushuang’s tugging on his arm had exacerbated the wound. With the bullet still lodged in his muscle, the movent had serious consequences. Blood flowed nonstop, staining the floor in winding trails left by Ghost Face.
Wushuang narrowed her eyes. "Can you still hold on?"
"No problem!" It was just a gunshot wound, and it wasn’t a vital area. It was just his shoulder, a flesh wound. He could bear it. The imdiate priority was to leave Devil’s Castle. There were many assassins waiting for them downstairs.
If they went out now, they would surely die.
But if they stayed here, the Duke would use a siege tactic, and they would eventually die anyway.
Ghost Face was covered in cold sweat, his lips pale. Wushuang knew he was struggling, but how could they leave Devil’s Castle? The periter was heavily guarded. The Duke wouldn’t allow them to leave. Unless he wanted to ruin his own reputation, he would ensure they died here.
The only viable option right now was to call for help. London was the territory of the First Terror Organization, but there was a signal jamming system here. Her phone had no signal, and her miniature computer had unfortunately been broken when she fell.
"We fight our way out!" Ghost Face said, his gaze firm. "If it cos down to it, you go alone. Don’t worry about ."
Not to implicate a partner was a principle for them as assassins, regardless of their closeness. If one couldn’t escape, they would rather commit suicide than drag a partner down. Furthermore, he and Mo Wushuang weren’t particularly close, so Ghost Face didn’t care.
Wushuang’s eyes lowered slightly. She couldn’t leave Ghost Face behind.
That gunshot was a mistake. If she hadn’t accidentally injured Ghost Face, perhaps both of them could have escaped safely. Even if they had to fight their way out, with their skills, it wasn’t impossible. Wushuang pursed her lips and smiled lightly, an arrogant and wild smile. "We go together!"
She drew her pistol from the small of her back. She poured out the contents of her handbag, then took out firearm parts from her long boots. Ghost Face was stunned once again. How did she have so much equipnt on her?
He couldn’t even tell. Wushuang assembled the firearm while saying, "Won have more places to hide things than you n do."
Ghost Face agreed. He truly couldn’t believe she could pull out so many things. Where did they all co from?
"What are you doing?" What Wushuang was assembling looked like a sniper rifle, but it wasn’t the kind he usually saw. The range shouldn’t be very far.
Wushuang said, "If we want to get out, we have to take out the snipers!"
"Devil’s Castle and the surrounding castles are a hundred ters apart. Your sniper rifle won’t be effective. How can you take out the snipers?" Ghost Face asked in astonishnt. Wushuang was being too fanciful.
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