Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 115, Section 31: A Dead Cat Lies in Your Heart
Tell me, what is the meaning of our lives?

Monica had said this to herself thirty minutes ago. Leaning against the gray wall, her voice was soft, a slender, gentle cigarette held between her fingers, the white smoke rising lightly with a jasmine scent. This was the most popular women's cigarette brand in Country A.

Yugiri didn't understand what she meant. She just turned to look at Monica, who had a bewildered look in her eyes, and remained silent, knowing that everyone needs nicotine to relieve their mood sometimes.

The distant city streets are dyed red by the setting sun, the swirling clouds and the rushing wind—everything seems so unreal.

Sometimes, simplicity is a good thing; you don't have to think about stances or grand principles.

She spoke softly, her voice a mixture of sympathy and envy.

The cigarette finally fell to the ground, just like this very moment.

……

—Third Platform. Central—

Fresh blood dripped onto the ground.

Monica gently put on her broken black-rimmed glasses and stood up. Her white coat was torn in several places and stained red, from being rubbed raw by the uneven ground when she rolled on the ground. Blood flowed from the wound on her shoulder down her arm, and her other arm hung limply at her side. It had been dislocated but had been professionally put back in place by He Ye not long ago, and now it was just numb and tingling.

Look up and look ahead.

The black-haired, red-eyed girl happened to turn around and saw Monica stand up. She then slowly lowered her gaze and looked back. She was checking the injuries and felt a pang of sadness. She had already drawn her weapon, the sharp, slender silver needles she had pulled from her waist twirling in her hand. After the last two or three circles, she held them in a reverse grip, a clean and decisive move that conveyed a silent threat.

Like the most venomous silver bee, even the smallest silver stinger from its tail is deadly enough to send chills down one's spine.

“Monica…I’m late, I’m sorry.”

She was apologizing. Dealing with those people took longer than expected, and they weren't even able to deal with them all.

Monica didn't speak, she just exhaled a soft breath.

She can no longer fight, at least not in a direct confrontation. Everything now depends on Yuuki standing dozens of meters in front of her, holding off that thug in the suit. Otherwise, their mission will fail.

"It's ok."

Monica stumbled forward, picking up the black M4 rifle: "I shouldn't have hinted at what I said. Actually, there are some things we've been keeping from you. I thought about telling you, but those things about justice and righteousness are irrelevant now. It's just something that concerns you... cough cough."

Monica suddenly coughed up blood, and she covered her mouth in a disheveled state. Perhaps the fall she had just suffered was not just a superficial injury.

Yugiri suddenly smelled the scent of blood coming from behind her, but simply shook her head with her back turned to stop her from speaking.

The conversation between the two seemed to end abruptly.

"call……"

at the same time.

Winston, who was in front of the two, was already trembling slightly.

It's excitement.

Everything happened so fast. In the blink of an eye, after he yelled for cover, the flying knife was embedded in the ground. Winston recognized it as a tactical short blade used by the Enforcement Bureau agents; it was clearly a captured weapon.

They couldn't care less about the young police officer anymore.

In less than two seconds, Winston was forced to engage her in combat as she turned around.

He raised his nimble sword to parry, his weapon clashing with the short blade. Sparks flew from the impact! In the next three or four seconds, a series of crisp sounds rang out!

A thrusting motion meets a horizontal block; a chopping motion meets a vertical block!
Even those red eyes seemed so familiar!

More than ten seconds had passed since she gracefully retreated, and the two short blades lay on the ground, their edges cracked. It turned out that these attacks were merely to protect the female gunslinger who had been thrown to the ground earlier, allowing her to stagger to her feet.

Winston was certain that the commissioners behind him were likely doomed.

Trembling, excitement, spasms... a familiar feeling.

He recognized the other person.

All of this can be traced back to a long time ago, when Winston first became a Blackflower Specialist. During a mission in the Wascors region, he encountered her—a formidable foe known as a national-level assassin. That mission failed because of her presence.

Two years later, her appearance is no different from before; she still has that emotionless, natural look.

But, but...

Winston slowly calmed his excitement, stopping his fingers from trembling, because any slight tremor would distort his movements and lead to unimaginable consequences.

Winston opened his eyes wide and stared, his emerald green pupils like the flicking tongue of a venomous snake. This man, who usually squinted, now exuded an uncontrollable killing intent, his smile masking a chilling aura.

"We meet again, Miss Assassin."

"I really didn't expect to see you here."

"No wonder none of the comrades who came up just now have any news. No wonder even Krause asked for help. Even now, I wouldn't be surprised if he's dead."

As Winston spoke, he wiped the blood off his Swiftblade with his fingers, his eyes fixed on her, even though only a few drops of blood had been transferred to the female gunslinger.

But we need to respect such an enemy.

"I couldn't get your code name last time, so I went to great lengths to research you—Ms. Yugiri? May I call you that? Or do you prefer the title of 'national-level assassin'?"

Winston observed the openings and spoke, recalling the feeling of their recent exchange and awaiting reinforcements.

Yugiri ignored him and simply tightened her grip on her weapon, her eyes turning cold and sharp, her poised stance exuding a strong sense of danger.

Winston laughed, an uncontrollable laugh.

That's it, that's it.

Holding the slender silver needles tightly in his hand, Winston hadn't felt much pressure during their previous exchange, and he didn't think he would feel it now either.

because--

"You're getting weaker."

"Over the past two years, I've mentally simulated our fight countless times. I even rehearsed the unexpected surprise just now to some extent. But why—do your movements feel so sluggish to me?"

"Do you have a dead cat hiding in your heart?"

Winston cursed viciously with an unrealistic metaphor. He was no longer the so-called gentleman he once was, but only a thug in a suit. In some ways, this was his true face, and this was what he really thought.

But these words sounded like a sarcastic remark.

The evening mist moved.

But Winston knew she would never be angered by the sarcasm, because her eyes were calm, even in the face of a life-or-death struggle.

She suddenly darted forward, and the swirling silver needles, like sharp blades and spears, pierced through the air!

"Come on!" Winston roared as he charged forward!

He has waited for this moment for too long!

The blade clashed rapidly with the slender needle, sparks flying! The flashes of light danced around them! Their intense concentration made even their breath scalding hot—a testament to the exhilaration and frenzied activity of every single cell!

"You've gotten weaker, you've gotten weaker! Why, why is this happening? Use your strength, be more focused! Be more focused! Let me see your true strength? This sluggish speed is nothing like you!"

Winston roared, his eyes filled with an unwavering determination, as he wanted to overcome this nightmare of the past!
Monica sensed the gravity of the situation. From their conversation, she could tell this thug in the suit was a formidable opponent. If even Yuugi couldn't stop him...

All deaths will become meaningless.

Monica painstakingly changed the magazine on the gun with one hand, tried to move her numb hand, and finally, enduring the pain and cold sweat seeping from her forehead, she prepared to aim and try to put the sniper rifle in place.

But soon, Monica gave up.

It's not just because the speed is too fast for the eyes to catch, but more importantly—

"cough……"

Winston flew straight out and crashed hard into a load-bearing pillar! Dust fell like rain! Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth!

Within the gray 'rain curtain', the silver needles pierced the air once more, their red eyes devoid of emotion, like the gaze of death itself!

So fast!

Winston hurriedly bent down and dodged with difficulty. His weapon had already been knocked to the ground in the previous exchange. The two silver needles were deadly, and if he hadn't thrown them at the dueling sword for the last move, his tendons would have been cut!
So now, after rolling over to the side, Winston took out a finely crafted pistol from his suit lining, almost aimed it, and angrily pulled the trigger!

Two small-caliber bullets were fired from the barrel. In such a close-range sneak attack, the reaction time was extremely short!

but!

"Qiang, Qiang!"

The crisp, melodious sound was accompanied by a counterintuitive speed. Two bullets were deflected at bizarre angles, and a slender silver needle flashed as if parting the air—this was not a block, but a change in the trajectory of the bullets. The two small-caliber bullets instead struck the ground or a load-bearing pillar, leaving the target unharmed.

Winston gritted his teeth and had no choice but to transform into a bare-handed fighting master to meet the challenge head-on, still roaring angrily:

"Why have you become so oblivious? Why?! Let me see the real you! Where did you go back to that time, with that cold-blooded killing intent?!"

Winston's fist clenched as if it were iron, and he swung it down with a straight punch in his left hand and a hook punch in his right!

But it missed.

Winston's straight punch was dodged, and his other hook was interrupted before he could even throw it. The opponent's stabbing silver needles were cold and frightening! He had no choice but to switch to defense and use his bones to block the attack!
pain!
It hurts!

But what's even more terrifying is her!

All close-quarters combat ended extremely quickly.

Five seconds later, Winston was covered in wounds.

Ten seconds later, Winston was knocked away again, crashing to the ground and rolling several meters.

Bang! (Sound of a body hitting the ground)
"Cough...cough cough."

Dust rose and fell, and Winston's eyes, which had previously blazed with murderous intent like a green viper, had dimmed as if they were about to go out. His suit was also tattered and disheveled.

After coughing up blood several times, the weakened Winston sensed someone approaching. He could still fight, so he staggered to his feet, though his strength was inevitably greatly diminished.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and assumed a fighting stance.

The black-haired, red-eyed girl simply walked up to him, letting the two blades silently drip blood. There was neither execution nor wiping away of the blood. Dressed in her black combat uniform, she was both beautiful and cold, like a dance between violets and datura flowers.

She came over as if she had something to say.

"Do we...know each other?"

Yugiri looked at the emotionally charged man in front of her and spoke softly, her eyes filled with a reddish melancholy.

She doesn't remember this person's face, or rather, she doesn't remember many people's faces. Because back then, what she remembered yesterday might not be seen tomorrow, which made her feel inexplicably sad and upset.

Winston paused, suddenly feeling a strong sense of loss, but he took a deep breath and stood still, because this was a battle between life and death.

"We're enemies, don't you find it ridiculous to ask such a question, Miss Assassin?" Winston sneered. "Or are you saying that knowing you means you're going to let me go?"

Yugiri remained silent.

Looking at her like this, Winston felt a surge of intense resentment, even anger towards himself.

She had become so weak and sluggish, she was like a completely different person from when they first met.

Winston, filled with resentment and unwillingness, swung his fist again, while the silver needles pierced through with lightning speed. Winston still hadn't given up and intended to fight to the very last moment! He blocked the blow with his arm, enduring the intense pain, determined to land a punch!
But on the left is a deadly move!
Winston felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't block the punch he had already thrown. Even if the blow hit his opponent, he would inevitably face death!
Winston suddenly felt relieved.

But the next second, the silver needles that were flashing with a cold light suddenly stopped, and then the black-haired girl squatted down and retreated, her movements swift and decisive.

The punch missed, and Winston was not injured.

At that spot, several bullets whizzed past, clanging and clattering as they struck the steel beams!
"Mr. Winston!"

Lor, gripping his submachine gun with both hands, charged in with a 'rat-a-tat-tat' sound, looking as dashing as a Navy SEAL! The previously energetic and vigorous agents were already peacefully asleep on the ground; otherwise, the burst of fire from just a few men would probably have intimidated the enemy.

After forcing the national-level assassin lady back with bullets, Lor didn't forget to continue suppressing her. He used his black M5 submachine gun to keep her at bay with three-round bursts, just to create a safe environment behind him.

Yugiri retreated more than ten meters, then turned and hid behind a load-bearing pillar.

Then came the retaliatory gunfire from the other side.

Although this shot seemed a bit off, it startled Lor, who quickly rolled away to hide. His marksmanship was only average; he was better at close combat. He knew the enemy had a female gunslinger in a white coat, so avoiding the fray for now was the best course of action!

"Are you OK?"

Loris approached with concern to check his wounds. The Black Flower Commissioner looked disheveled, but after taking a deep breath, he waved his hand and forced a smile.

"I can still fight, don't worry."

Commissioner Krause, who had also come with Lor, was hiding behind a load-bearing pillar, but now he had no choice but to take cover amidst the hail of bullets.

He looked at Winston with a grave expression, and asked with a frown, "How did you get so badly injured?"

Winston looked at Krauser, who seemed to be in much better condition than him, with only some superficial wounds—how could he have survived? Winston was surprised, considering that he had faced the assassin alone in the battle up there.

“I’m actually quite curious why you weren’t injured much.” Winston coughed as he spoke, knowing that according to the Executive Bureau’s records, Winston’s strength was not greater than his own.

"I understand she's strong, so she's avoiding battle, just stalling for time and waiting for reinforcements... and then, for you to arrive."

Klaus took a deep breath and said in a cold voice, then, as if realizing something, he patted the dust off his short, black hair and maintained his stern and unsmiling expression.

Winston paused for a moment before saying, "I officially fought her and landed two punches."

“No wonder.” Klaus nodded.

So that's how it is. He didn't shy away from the ferocity but instead confronted the opponent head-on, even injuring him. That explains the difference in the severity of the injuries.

However, the chat ended quickly.

As the gunfire ceased—Lore needed to change magazines, and that was the opportunity for the enemy to get closer!

"She's coming!" Lor roared.

Klaus knew he had to stop her, and he charged forward with a sudden leap. There were four of them now: two Black Flower level agents, one Gold Flower level agent, and a female police officer whose strength was unknown. In any context, this was a formidable troop formation.

Even if we've never fought.

They could also stall for time and wait for reinforcements.

This is the top of the tower. The base is all their people. These thugs will have nowhere to escape. A constant stream of agents will eventually overwhelm them. The only disadvantage right now is that too few people are coming up!
"Help me!" Krauser roared, while simultaneously stating all his previous thoughts.

Winston also adjusted his breathing, stood up, took the tactical dagger from Loris, and prepared to step forward again.

Lor frowned, knowing he had no choice but to go. He knew that as long as he could stall for time, it wouldn't matter if he lost the fight—especially since there were two Black Flower agents here, giving him a good chance of winning.

Whether they win in a head-on confrontation or engage in a fierce stalemate, they will ultimately prevail.

But in fact,

Such thoughts are nothing but illusions.

Unbeknownst to them, several explosions had already occurred in various parts of Greenley, causing a city-wide sensation. Police officers originally scheduled to support the National Broadcasting Tower had been diverted to deal with the chaotic emergency. The explosions had been reported on their vehicle radios, but their own radios could not receive the signals.

The elevator that was carrying passengers was completely destroyed—it triggered its safety latch and was forced to stop in the middle of the elevator shaft, instead of stopping at the second platform.

Inside the second platform, the specialists who wanted to go up and provide support stared at each other blankly. At least until the group of engineers climbed up and fixed the problem, there was absolutely no 'safe' way.

……

at the same time,

A hand slammed on the ground, followed by a desperate effort to pull his entire body up—He Ye, covered in dust and panting heavily, emerged from the elevator shaft.

"Grass."

We finally made it to the top!
(End of this chapter)