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Taking a deep breath, the woman didn't slow down as she advanced, ignoring the sneers of the three men blocking her path.

The first man lunged at her as if to throw her down with his weight and capture her easily. Hah, he thought too simply.

The woman sidestepped, grabbed, and dragged the man's forearm with one hand, while lifting another with the other hand. The man had no idea what had happened.

All he knew was that he flew, rotated 180 degrees in the air, and fell flat. It hurt too. Before he could think more, he was knocked unconscious.

A foot hung in the air behind the man's head before he dropped to the ground. The woman exploited the man's momentum to throw him and finished with a strong kick to the head.

The second man followed up with an attack. Even though his mind no longer dared to underestimate the woman, he couldn't react because he had already committed to a superman punch.

The woman was speechless at the sight of the man in the air. Which idiot taught him that being off the ground was the best move? His position and direction were already known, yet he couldn't correct them.

It was the worst move any martial artist could make toward a prepared opponent like her. She didn't even want to counterattack if not for her nemesis hanging behind.

She flung the man's arm and swung it against the wall beside her. Unprepared, the man hit the hard surface with his forehead.

To make sure she had eliminated the threat, she grasped his hair and slammed his head three times continuously without pause.

She didn't have time to release her grasp before she was hit on the arm, forcing her to take a few steps back to dissipate the energy. The third man was already attacking her, stomping on her arm as he swung additional punches.

The woman dodged with proficient footwork, each attack missing by just a few inches. The second man, now unconscious, slowly slipped to the floor. Only the third man remained a threat. She needed to act quickly.

In a few seconds, she managed to find an opening and landed a blow to his crotch. The man cringed and shouted in pain. As for how she knew he was in pain—what human ever cried without the slightest sound?

Taking advantage of the opponent's opening, the woman kneed him twice in the temple. All three men were knocked out cold. Everything was over within half a minute.

Click!

The woman's eyes widened when she glanced at the sound. It was a pistol, dropped by the last man due to the ferocious movements.

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Her lips curled up as she grabbed the firearm and checked its reliability. Magazine full. Bullet in the chamber, confirmed by the copper bronze after cocking the slide.

Thud! Thud!

Heavy footsteps suggested her pursuers were getting close. She quickly scanned the other two men for weapons but found none. It was her luck that none of them had threatened her with a firearm.

Otherwise, she might not have had the slightest chance to turn around. The woman dashed away, ignoring the three fallen bodies.

"Stop!" the chaser behind her roared.

She didn't bother to reply or glance back. She knew from the tone that her pursuer was the mercenary she wanted to avoid.

Soon, she encountered another blockade ahead. Only one man, but this time, lady luck didn't stay by her side. "Halt, you bitch! I'm gonna shoot if you don't stop!"

Like hell she would. It was death either way. The woman snapped the pistol up and fired twice, shocking her enemies. The first round missed, but the second hit the man's thigh. The third ripped through his shoulder.

The man's response was to glitch and squeeze the trigger. Bullets ricocheted across the hall. The woman twitched and fired a few more shots as she smashed into the closest room for cover.

Even from inside the room, the man kept firing. "Damn idiot! Don't shoot! Crossfire, you moron! Are you trying to kill me?!"

The mercenary's curse drained her blood away. She was now trapped. Although the situation sounded funny, her fate was sealed.

She peeked back through the doorway. Sure enough, the mercenary was hiding behind cover, avoiding friendly fire. It seemed the man still firing hadn't heard a thing.@@novelbin@@

Oh, if only she could hit her target accurately while on the move. But she was just an undercover agent, not a Tier-One special operator. The fact she had landed a few shots while sprinting was already impressive.

When the shooting finally stopped, the woman thought she had a chance. Wrong.

Another barrage of shots rang out, and bullets zipped past her. She had to pull back to avoid being injured by splinters and shrapnel. Her situation was dire.

Now, the shooter had become the mercenary. "You better watch yourself first! She's mine, my prey!"

Bang! Bang!

The mercenary poured rounds from his extended magazine, mercilessly, thankful that he had brought extra ammo.

In contrast, the woman pursed her lips in disappointment. She had already fired several bullets, which meant she'd run out of ammunition if she engaged again.

Just two or three more shots, and it would be game over. She retreated from the doorway, her body trembling in waves. Her chest heaved, but she paid no attention to it. Life and death were so close.

The woman steadied herself, ready to unleash everything once she saw an opening. This was it. She was locked inside, no allies, alone—the expected fate of a failed undercover agent.

Outside, the wild commotion stunned the Spirit Fox operators. The two teams paused, realizing shooting had broken out inside. Their minds raced, concluding that infighting was impossible—likely, an undercover operative was in trouble.

"Looks like it's a mayhem. We need to move fast. Kilo 5 will storm in from here," Kilo 5's leader radioed to the other team. "Recommend Kilo 6 move in from another entry and secure the floor."

"Understood. The gunshots seem to be from upstairs. Kilo 5, better search the stairs and move up. We'll clear everything from the ground and link up with you."

"Beautiful plan. Let's move." Kilo 5 signaled her teammates to stack on the nearest entrance while Kilo 6 rushed in search of another door.

"Deploy the jammer."

"Roger!" The signal jammer would prevent the chaotic situation from being reported. Although if the event took too long, the enemies might alert others through wired communication—but that would only happen if they reacted in time.

By the time they found a solution, Spirit Fox should have neutralized all the threats. As for why they hadn't deployed the jammer earlier, any sign of interference might have tipped off the enemy and jeopardized the mission before they secured several buildings, unlike now.

Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rattled endlessly. The battle had intensified. Kilo 5's leader frowned and reported just before storming inside.

"Kilo 5, requesting Zero to contain any squirters. Kilo 5 and Kilo 6 don't have overwatch."

"Go ahead, leave the rest to Zero." Tang Ziyi's confident assurance soothed their extra worries. "And don't forget to declare your presence. We don't want the undercover operatives shooting at us. It'll be a disgrace if you accidentally kill them. Restrain yourselves a little."

"Kilo 6 understood."

"Kilo 5, copy. Thanks. We're counting on you." Kilo 5's leader gestured to her subordinates. Breach. Breach. Breach.

The number one operator received the message and raised her powerful leg to kick the door in. No stealth like the former plan, no snooping around for the path of least resistance.

A direct, head-on assault. Pure violence to shock and awe. Overwhelm any resistance.

Boom!

With one kick, the entire door snapped and flew off, somehow slapping two men unconscious as it hit them.

Kilo 5 operators stormed in behind. What awaited them were dumbfounded stares, with fear clearly showing in some of the men's eyes.