Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 112, Section 28: The Flood Washed Away the Dragon King's Temple

How long will it take for this elevator to be repaired?

"Sirs, please don't rush me. I'm repairing it as fast as I can. It should take about ten more minutes... The more you look at me, the more my hands shake."

"ASAP."

The second platform of the Eiffel Tower is a civilian observation deck.

It was six o'clock in the afternoon, and dusk was falling.

All the citizens have been evacuated because they were told that there were terrorists at the top of the tower. They were terrified and wanted to run away as fast as they could, leaving only the executive bureau personnel behind.

They are now divided into two groups.

One group was responsible for maintaining order, as evacuating the civilians would take time; the other group went to the safety passage to prepare to use a ladder to deal with the enemies occupying the top.

And in the dark room next to the emergency exit.

A total of seven officers from the Enforcement Bureau were ready to go, equipped with weapons, ammunition, and tactical gear. Wearing a police uniform, He Ye stood out awkwardly to the side, his eyes filled with melancholy.

How did I get dragged into this again?
Logically, he should have been able to leave after reporting the news, since the case had been handed over to the special agents of the Enforcement Bureau. However, this Black Flower Special Agent named Krause seemed to have a volatile temper, and efficiency was the most important thing in his eyes.

Because he was unfamiliar with the situation, he asked one of the two who had scouted ahead, He Ye and Lao En, to stay behind and lead the way.

Without a doubt, this is a very risky thing.

Officer Laun was quite old, and he was terrified just from slowly crawling up; he couldn't imagine facing such a risk now. He Ye sympathized with him and pitied himself, and in the end, he didn't even bother to choose a coin toss, saying that he should just go ahead and do it himself.

Are you...are you sure?

"It's ok."

The understated words actually moved the middle-aged balding man to tears.

Commissioner Krause didn't care who it was, as long as someone was willing to step forward. He had already taken the Eiffel Tower blueprints handed to him by a staff member, frowning as he pondered them deeply.

As expected, the terrible incident here had already spread widely by the time the commissioners arrived.

The iron tower is about to be surrounded by police officers from Country A. It could take ten minutes, it could take twenty minutes, but once the encirclement is complete, the desperate criminals on top will have nowhere to escape, leaving only a bad end.

“Commissioner Krause, the other side may have already discovered our operation. Why don’t we wait until the elevator is repaired and then split up and go up in two directions?” a commissioner suggested.

"Troublesome," Krauser said coldly. "Let's finish this quickly."

The meaning of this statement is clear: he underestimated the enemies occupying the top of the tower, displaying both arrogance and complacency. Faced with this Black Flower Commissioner's proposed course of action, the other commissioners had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

As for Heye.

He was just a low-ranking police officer from the security department, and tragically, he got caught up in the incident during his last hour before resigning.

He just hopes it's not what he thinks.

After a while.

"call--"

He Ye reached out and grabbed the ladder, climbing up carefully. None of the comrades followed, as if they were risking his life to test the waters.

That's really mean.

What if something is thrown down from above, or the enemy fires down?

This situation was practically unavoidable.

He Ye hesitated for a moment, then climbed five or six meters before suddenly seeing half a face pop up above her. Her heart skipped a beat, and before she could even make out the face, a gunshot rang out!

The good news is that gunshots came from below!

The rifle bullet whistled past He Ye, shattering the stone and mud around the top of the stairs, and the half-head that had been sticking out was suddenly pulled back in.

The officer from the enforcement bureau who fired the shot below wore a gold floral badge on his chest; his accuracy speaks for itself.

"Do not move!"

The sound suddenly came from below again.

He Ye sensed that someone was frantically climbing up from below.

The ladder, which was vertically attached to the iron beam, suddenly trembled violently because of the guy's rough movements—Klaus climbed up as fast as a spider, and the ladder was his web. His face was as hard as iron, and he moved as fast as lightning with his hands and feet.

He Ye didn't move. Then, his shoulder was pressed down heavily by a hand, and the other person used the force to fly up. In just a few seconds, Klaus had already climbed to the top in a terrifying way.

"Boom!"

The sound of something hitting the ground.

In an instant, chaotic sounds of fighting erupted from above, along with a series of gunshots, but they quickly subsided.

He Ye was somewhat speechless.

No wonder they underestimated the enemy, no wonder they said they didn't need to wait for reinforcements.

Such military force certainly reflects an inflated sense of confidence.

Now, the enemies on the third platform are mostly on their own, and if they encounter such humanoid monsters, then He Ye really doesn't want to see any familiar faces, and just hopes they are a bunch of unlucky guys.

"Hurry up and provide support!"

Then the voices of the executive bureau commissioners came from below, and more commissioners climbed up the ladder. Clearly, they couldn't let Krause fight alone.

He Ye was stuck above them, and now they couldn't get down, so they had no choice but to grit their teeth and climb up.

However, just as I was about to climb to the third platform and peek out,
He Ye still kept a watchful eye.

He climbed very fast, so even the first commissioner to catch up couldn't keep up with his buttocks—it wasn't until a moment later that the other person's head touched his buttocks, puzzled as to why his buttocks had suddenly stopped.

Keheye was just listening to the sounds.

Unable to determine the number of enemies on the third platform, He Ye might get riddled with bullets from all directions if he went up now—after listening carefully to the sounds of blades clashing in combat two or three times, he took a deep breath, feeling a little uneasy.

Please don't say that.

He really, really had no idea there was any operation taking place at the Eiffel Tower.

He Ye finished his melancholy thoughts and used the momentum to leap upwards. His swift movements left the commissioner below somewhat bewildered.

But at this point, there was no time to hide one's talents.

He Ye finally saw the screen of the third platform.

On the uneven, rocky ground, Krauser, the Black Flower-level Specialist who had been so high-spirited and furious just moments before, was barely managing to parry the attacks. His back had slammed into an iron beam, leaving dents, and his body was covered in cuts.

The person he was fighting was blocked from the view of the supporting pillar.

As for He Ye, things are even worse now.

He saw the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at him.

The M1 assault rifle is a special weapon circulating in various countries. It uses 7.62×51mm bullets, has strong environmental adaptability and stable trajectory, not to mention its lethality at this distance is almost a one-shot kill.

The woman carrying the gun was wearing a white coat.

She looked at He Ye, who had landed, with a complicated expression, and hesitated for only about 0.5 seconds.

Then, she pressed the button on the plane.

"Bang bang bang bang!!"

He Ye quickly rolled to the side. That 0.5-second hesitation was enough for him to dodge and hide behind the nearest load-bearing pillar, like a deserter in a hail of bullets.

And the spot where he had just been standing.

The bullet struck the commissioner who had climbed up the stairs, caught off guard.

He was shot in the chest and was about to fall backward when his pupils dilated within seconds, ending his life.

"Damn! Watch out!"

Hold on tight to the escalator!

The shouts of several commissioners rang out one after another, followed by a dull thud. They held on to the escalator and were not pulled down, while the man's body was already freefalling rapidly downwards.

Then another specialist climbed up.

This time there are two people.

The doctor, dressed in a white coat and holding an assault rifle, displayed pure combat aesthetics to the fullest. With her eyes focused, she calmly and precisely struck the two men between the eyebrows.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The location of this staircase is terrible. The agents coming up have no chance to dodge, and even peeking out means certain death. Unless they charge up without warning like Krause, it is impossible to break through the defense.

Otherwise, no matter how many people come up, they won't be able to break through. Should they take advantage of the reloading time? But that would be too much of a sacrifice.

Hiding behind the load-bearing pillar, He Ye witnessed this scene and was completely confused, not knowing what to do.

I never expected it to actually be them here...

But what kind of meeting scene is this?
The afternoon was drawing to a close, bathed in the magnificent afterglow of the setting sun.

He Ye leaned against the support pillar, hiding blankly. Nearby were the agents engaged in fierce fighting. Krauser, who was fighting a master, was about to cough up blood and was barely managing to parry. The other agents who were with him frowned and dared not peek out again. They knew that there was a gunman guarding the 'door'. On the third platform, there were only violent gunshots and the sound of clashing blades.

He Ye had considered many possible scenarios, but this one was just too unexpected!
Peek out cautiously.

Monica's profile was cold and expressionless. She was kneeling on one knee in a standard combat stance with her gun at the top of the ladder. She kept a close watch on the ladder entrance, but since no one appeared for more than ten seconds, she glanced at He Ye briefly, her eyes filled with doubt.

That's probably why former teammates would meet in such an hostile manner.

The fields are hard to tidy up.

He had no choice but to retreat back into the load-bearing pillar.

He decided to do nothing.

But even if we do nothing, will everything really be alright?

The worst fears came true: the people remaining at the signal transmission layer of the third platform in that iron tower were indeed acquaintances. Even though Monica and her team had the upper hand in the current battle, what would happen next? As more and more reinforcements arrived, they would only be... killed.

On this iron tower.

He Ye fell silent, his eyes glazed over. He really couldn't understand why he had to see them. He had lost count of how many times he had muttered this to himself: Why couldn't he leave peacefully? Why did something always have to happen?
Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck.

Just then, gunshots rang out again.

The group of commissioners on the ladder started charging again, because Black Flower Commissioner Klaus, who was fighting someone, was shouting for backup through gritted teeth—he really couldn't understand why those idiots hadn't come up yet. Were they all dead?
Although Krauser didn't want to blame himself, he knew that the guy in front of him was unusual.

too frightening.

He Ye peeked out again upon hearing the sound.

Then he saw Monica in danger.

Black Flower Commissioner Krause had already fought that person to the other end, and no one knew where he had gone. Perhaps he was fleeing for his life, which was why the battleground was so far apart.

And within He Ye's sight
It was two Golden Flower agents who attacked Monica.

There were still some skilled individuals among this group who managed to break through the defenses.

Despite one of the agents being wounded in the shoulder, as long as Monica didn't hit a vital spot, they were able to jump up and spread out to continue fighting.

Fortunately, this comes at a price.

These two were the last two in that batch.

There were three or four corpses of commissioners lying in front of the stairwell.

It's unknown how many bodies fell down.

Monica pulled the trigger again, but she hadn't reloaded after the previous barrage of shots; these were the last three rounds.

Three bullets grazed past, but only one hit.

The Golden Flower Commissioner staggered for a moment and stopped moving forward, but there was a companion commissioner on his right. Without hesitation, the other party pulled out a dagger, his eyes fierce, ready to avenge his companion!

Monica used her gun to block the dagger that was thrust at her.

"Qiang!"

As a doctor, she was not good at close combat, let alone facing the Golden Flower Specialist. After a few exchanges, her rifle was knocked to the ground, and she herself retreated repeatedly, frowning.

Seeing this, Commissioner Jin Hua pressed her advantage, her killing intent surging.

at this time!

"Boom!"

He Ye couldn't stand idly by, so he quickly picked up a brick from the ground and launched a sneak attack from behind.

The police officer was immediately bewildered. Although he noticed the footsteps and even He Ye's figure, He Ye was wearing a police uniform and was one of his own, so of course he was completely unprepared. But why did it turn out like this?

"You..." Commissioner Jin Hua turned around, but her dizzy brain failed to utter a second word before she fainted.

He Ye covered his face and threw down the brick.

Ugh.

Ugh!
Monica remained silent for a long time, looking at the mess around her and then at the black-haired youth standing in front of her in pain.

Her deep and complex gaze eventually turned into one of relief.

Monica took a deep breath and said softly:

"I thought you were from their side."

He Ye couldn't hold back any longer: "..."

There were many things I wanted to say, and perhaps at this moment they had already misunderstood that I was the one who brought them here.

Heaven and earth can bear witness, the sun and moon can attest, he was truly just passing through on instructions from the dispatch center, never expecting to end up here. He was originally happily about to leave, having already bought his flight ticket, but this whole mess has turned out to be the biggest victim of his situation.

So many words were on the tip of my tongue, swirling and churning, leaving only the words I most wanted to say, my head spinning.

"Do you know how bad the situation is right now? The people below may have already surrounded you. Even if you're safe now, soon there will be a steady stream of agents, and even more agents, coming to deal with you—you'll die, die here!"

"Then why do you want to help me?"

“I…” He Ye was speechless.

Monica picked up the gun from the ground, her eyes calm as she brushed off the dust.

"Didn't you say you were leaving today?"

He Ye was speechless for a moment. His eyes were so unfocused and dazed. He was actually a little angry, but who could he vent his frustration on? She was about to die herself, yet she was still concerned about his schedule. It was really sad.

"Is it just the two of you?" He Ye asked after a long pause.

“Lawrence is here too; he’s on his most important mission. As for Mark, he was here before, but he’s gone now,” Monica said calmly. “With you in the mix, everyone’s here.”

"..."

"..."

He Ye wanted to be alone when she heard this, but the third platform was anything but quiet. The fierce battle was not over yet; they had only temporarily dealt with the specialists.

Krause, the stubborn and hot-tempered Blackflower Commissioner.

Still fighting someone.

He Ye had no choice but to change the subject: "Why don't you go help her?"

Monica bluntly stated when reloading: "They're too fast, I can't keep up with my aim, and I'm afraid of accidentally hitting people if I fire randomly."

Okay, a very reasonable excuse—actually, when He Ye first heard the gunfire suddenly stop, he thought that Krauser, who had gone up, had taken care of the enemies who were firing. He thought they were just a bunch of lousy bastards, but it turned out that the flood had washed away the dragon king's temple.

He Ye looked around, took a deep breath, and silently pulled off the clothes of the comrade at her feet:

"It might not be too late to leave now. Change into these specialists' uniforms and go downstairs. I will take you away."

He Ye said earnestly.

Monica glanced at the uniform top that had been tossed in front of her, chuckled softly, and then shook her head:
"Our mission is not yet complete."

He Ye stopped moving, looking dejected: "The mission... even if it means death?"

Monica didn't say anything. She just turned around, preparing to help Yugiri deal with that stubborn Black Flower Specialist. Before leaving, she told Heno to remember to destroy the ladder—do whatever you want, just break it.

After hearing this, He Ye thought that if the ladder broke, there would really be no way to get down, but he couldn't say anything when he looked at Monica who had already walked away.

what is this?
Should I just walk away and pretend I didn't see it?

If he could, He Ye really wanted to just leave, but he really couldn't just sit idly by. He remained silent, lost in thought. Now he could be alone, even if it wasn't exactly peaceful.

But at this moment.

"Ding dong."

The sound of the elevator doors starting to open came from the elevator, and the person who came out was even more terrifying and troublesome.

It caught me off guard.

(End of this chapter)