Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 117, Section 33: Meeting You

—Third Platform. Escape Ladder—

Monica stood there, gun in hand, completely bewildered.

Through her iron sights were two figures facing off, an unexpected turn of events disrupting everything. A few seconds earlier, He Ye had rushed forward and used the barrel of his pistol to block the deadly attack aimed at Loris, then forcefully pushed back. Yugiri was forced to retreat, then stood firm, holding her silver needle, and looked on solemnly. At this moment, it was like a halftime break after a battle between generals.

But then, Yugiri's grip on the sword loosened, and she stood there blankly.

He Ye stood in front of Loris.

Monica slowly lowered the gun barrel, her face filled with melancholy. Her previous hints were a struggle, a struggle with whether to tell the truth—that the whole squad had kept it from her, that the funeral was just a deception, that the person she thought was dead was actually still alive, that she didn't need to be so sad and upset, that she didn't care.

But it seems it's already too late.

Because now, she saw He Ye standing right in front of her.

What should I say when we meet again to express how much I've missed you?
"millet……"

Only the name called out can confirm whether it is not a hallucination.

"Lolis!"

Ke Heye's roar drowned out the girl's soft murmurs! He didn't want to be exposed like this, because there was still a more important task to complete, and he had to find a way to rescue them all.

Loris's face was a little pale. She struggled to her feet, clutching her right arm, having been knocked back by a blow to the arm during their earlier exchange. Looking at He Ye's back, she sensed the gravity of the situation.

"You go down first!" he said.

"And what about you?" Loris asked worriedly.

“She’s injured, and you’re injured too. If I can hold out for a few more seconds, I’ll come down too,” He Ye said gravely.

There was blood on Yugiri's cheek, and her combat uniform was torn in several places. After fighting for so long, she was somewhat injured under the attack of the three specialists.

Compared to her injuries.

The black-haired girl's eyes were filled with such helplessness.

The knife, now relaxed, seemed about to fall to the ground. Her eyes looked to the left and then slowly to the right, until finally they met in a tentative gaze. The red rose in her eyes spoke of fear and confusion.

She couldn't believe it.

I believe they were still alive.

The girl's steps faltered as she slowly approached, but this action made Loris sense danger. She understood how terrifying this black-haired girl was, and was so nervous that she didn't even realize that her murderous intent had dissipated with the wind, leaving only her tentatively reaching fingers.

The approaching Yugiri also put a lot of pressure on Heno.

Because attacking is not an option, nor is simply not interfering.

Although this was their first meeting since leaving the spy team, she probably had something to say to him. After all, anyone would want to complain if a dead person suddenly came back to life at a funeral. But if they wanted to catch up, they could choose another time, rather than in this inappropriate scene.

So He Ye took a deep breath and prepared to retreat.

He hadn't actually intended to fight; his only purpose was to stop Loris. Beneath his somber expression lay a hidden unease. To be honest, he was also embarrassed. If he really fought, he'd be caught in the middle, making himself unpopular with everyone.
Loris noticed the gesture behind He Ye's back; he was telling her to go first. After much hesitation, she could only choose to trust him now.

At that moment, Monica's gun barrel instantly turned, aiming at the retreating light blonde girl. But recalling the scenes from before, how she had rushed forward to pull He Ye away in the small battlefield amidst the gunfire, she still couldn't pull the trigger.

Monica remained silent.

She knew that He Ye had been infiltrating the enemy ranks, but it seemed he had gone a little too deep. Why would anyone come up to rescue him with that kind of expression? Even though the surroundings were so dangerous, it seemed that he was more important than anything else. Amidst the hail of bullets, they held hands and weaved through the chaos.

Yugiri also noticed Loris's impending retreat.

In her eyes, this was a hostile target; the light blonde girl in the police uniform had no other labels.

The previously relaxed grip on the blade suddenly tightened again, because Yugiri was still carrying out her mission, with the only thought being to eliminate her opponent.

This is a battlefield strewn with corpses, not a playground or a sandy park—even if there is nothing to rely on and no way to retreat atop the iron tower, in a world where the sun is about to set, in her world, she will not violate her mission no matter what.

The swirling silver needle traced a beautiful arc before being gripped tightly again.

Immediately following was the black-haired girl who suddenly charged forward, her speed as fast as a blur!

Seeing this, He Ye was on high alert, almost shouting "Stop! Hey, grandma!"
He drew his tactical dagger from his waist with his right hand to meet the attack. This action made Yugiri even more at a loss. She looked at the black-haired young man in front of her. Although he was wearing a police uniform, she could not mistake his face. Her strength had already relaxed, and her thoughts had taken over her mind again instead of her instinctive reaction.

Yugiri looked at her and asked, "Is it you?"

“I didn’t mistake you for someone else.” He Ye’s expression was serious.

The two talked and fought at the same time, their tacit understanding like a musical rehearsed a thousand times. Even the sparks from the clash of blades were so gentle and scattering. Only bewildered yet clear eyes were trying to meet He Ye's gaze.

next second.

Yugiri took a half step back and stood firmly, looking at He Ye in front of her: "It's you."

He Ye's face stiffened, and he dared not turn around. He hoped that Loris hadn't noticed their strange conversation. Monica had already sighed softly and leaned against the wall. She knew that the two of them didn't share the same world. Just as He Ye didn't know how serious Xi Wu's condition had become, he had no idea why he had developed this psychological dependence. For her, it was a source of distress; for him, it was an inexplicable burden.

So even the dialogue seemed so absurd.

But he should understand that his departure is a heartbreaking farewell.

Yugiri paused for a moment, wanting to call out a name to confirm:
"millet……"

He Ye shouted again to cover it up: "Run!"

Loris turned around and saw that she was already standing at the edge of the staircase passage. One more step forward and she would be swallowed by the smoke, unable to see the scene outside. There, He Ye and the assassin were facing off, creating a tense atmosphere.

The words fell,

Yugiri also came to her senses, her eyes hardening as she charged off again.

She wanted to bypass He Ye, even though she didn't understand why the other party was trying to stop her. But the thought etched in her mind would not be forgotten, and her bewildered eyes held a clear red hue.

He Ye had no choice but to pounce on her suddenly. It was too late to stop her in front of him, so he could only tackle her from the side.

"Boom!"

The two people crashed to the ground and rolled twice to the side!

The silver needle fell crisply to the ground.

After a chaotic tumbling, the two were entangled, but there was no resistance whatsoever—the rolling gradually came to a stop, her black hair pressed against her back, and the girl's eyes were more moved than ever before, like ripples on a calm lake, as soft as a small animal.

Looking at the woman on top of him, Yugiri felt it was all unrealistic.

He Ye had already pinned her wrists down with both hands; only in this way could he be sure she wouldn't move. His chest rose and fell slightly as he breathed heavily, as it had taken considerable effort to subdue her.

But what should we do now?
He Ye wondered if he should knock her unconscious with a headbutt? But wouldn't that be too much? And why was his wrist so hot?

Looking down at Yugiri, He Ye felt disoriented; this was probably the first time in many years that he had been so close to her.

She stared blankly at herself, then lowered her eyes and her lips moved slightly.

Damn, she's about to talk again!

Seeing this, He Ye was on high alert and tried to cover it up.

But before anyone knew it, Loris had returned through the smoke and shouted first:
"go!"

What did I say that you, my dear aunt?!

He Ye was suddenly embarrassed and speechless. Then he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He knew without a doubt that it was Lolis running back, and there was a clanging sound of her hitting the ground.

Smoke grenades are thrown.

The valve hissed open again, and the rapidly spreading white smoke seemed to engulf everything.

He Ye's mind went blank and he didn't know what to say, but he had to do something to shut her up. Otherwise, if her name was revealed and her identity was exposed, not only would they be in danger, but he himself would also be in grave danger!

"..." Yugiri whispered, "He..."

He Ye's heart sank. He absolutely did not want to hear all the names. In a brief moment of thought, he exhausted all possibilities and had a plan in mind. It was a do-or-die move, but it was the only way at the moment!
He hesitated for a moment, but then took a deep breath.

He Ye resolutely bent down.

"..."

The sound was suddenly blocked in his throat.

"..."

The soft touch makes you forget everything.

"..."

Their kiss ended after a moment, leaving only He Ye panting and breathing through his mouth.

At this moment, Loris, who had caught up from behind, reached out and grabbed He Ye by the back of his collar. She exerted force and almost fell over. As He Ye backed away from Xi Wu, the white smoke that spread outwards engulfed the two figures.

"Come on!"

"..." He Ye was speechless, his thoughts were complicated. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Luckily, he had a quick thinking. If he hadn't covered her lips with his own, he would probably have been ruined just now, since Loris was right next to him.

Although it seems like it was my first kiss, it doesn't matter anymore. How can that kind of situation be considered valid? It's like giving CPR to a drowning person; how can that kind of kiss count?
Lost in thought, He Ye had already arrived at the vicinity of the ladder passage. Lolis remembered the direction and found it quickly. Without exchanging a word, the two swiftly climbed down one after the other. After all, how could one not be quick and agile when escaping for one's life? They were like a commando team descending from the sky, rappelling down from a helicopter.

On the second platform, Lor finally saw things clearly.

Two figures descended from the smoke.

He felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders.

Although they all managed to escape successfully, it was good news, and Lor finally no longer had to worry.

He leaned against the wall and sat down smoothly on the ground, clutching his stomach and laughing dryly.

Just then, the civilian elevator rang, and a doctor emerged, sweating profusely as he carried a stretcher. The news on the radio was terrifying—the agents had failed to capture the enemy at the top of the tower and suffered heavy casualties. The lack of support and the destruction of the elevator had led to this tragic outcome.

The stretcher team walked into the dark room.

Inside the dark room were three wounded men. Commissioner Winston leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, looking as peaceful as if he were asleep; Commissioner Krause clenched his teeth and endured the pain, the bullets churning within his muscles with every movement; Commissioner Lor chuckled dryly, his back pressed against the wall, full of relief.

"Hurry!" the doctor shouted.

At this point, two more police officers came down.

Loris stumbled a few steps ahead, but fortunately regained her footing and quickly turned back to look at He Ye, worried about his injuries, since he had just been fighting with that assassin lady.

But unexpectedly——

He Ye wasn't injured at all; he just said that everyone was alright. As for why no one was hurt, he said the assassin was exhausted, so he could still hold his own.

Although such an explanation inevitably raises some doubts, the three people present who dared to question it have already been carried away on stretchers, and the other officials who were not present are even more convinced.

Loris breathed a sigh of relief, her voice choked with emotion, and leaned her head against He Ye's chest: "Thank goodness you're alright..."

He Ye remained silent for a moment, looking around at the various expressions on the faces of the people there. Officer Laun, with his thinning hair, also looked melancholy, but he simply touched his bald spot and finally smiled.

But the matter isn't resolved yet...

He Ye looked at the setting sun in the distance. The orange sun was still half-circle hanging on the horizon. In another ten minutes or so, it would disappear. This was a brief sunset.

The spy squad at the top of the tower is still there.

Although several parts of Greeley City were in chaos, He Ye was only worried about this place. The commissioners helped him down; the second platform had now been taken over by others, and those who had fought the initial battles could now rest.

Loris and Heye descended in the elevator with the accompanying stretcher team. The elevator car was silent and stuffy. A doctor asked if the two of them should also be checked, but Heye was really not injured. Only Loris was injured.

Her arm might need to be checked.

The elevator descended to the base of the tower in a somber atmosphere. Police tape had been set up, and over twenty officers stood guard, keeping watch on the onlookers. Bloodstains, seemingly seeping into the ground, were visible not far away, and the bright headlights of the police cars illuminated the surrounding area.

Without a word, the doctors carried the three injured commissioners into the car. The surrounding police officers looked on in disarray as the two Black Flower Commissioners and one Golden Flower Commissioner returned, finding it utterly unbelievable.

Please do your best to help them.

"Of course, of course."

Isabel bid farewell softly, her eyes filled with confusion; she hadn't expected things to turn out this badly.

Upon seeing the two approaching, Loris and He Ye walked side by side. Isabel clearly hadn't expected He Ye to be there; the dispatch center's orders had nothing to do with her personally. After a brief silence, Loris gave a dejected explanation, clarifying what had just happened upstairs.

He Ye simply stood to the side, sighing silently.

Thinking back carefully, it seemed that she was supposed to leave today, but her plans were always being disrupted. At this moment, He Ye turned her head to the left and suddenly saw a familiar face among the onlookers. Nicole was jumping around with her suitcase in both hands, and next to her was Nitil, who was helping to hold the package and wave. The two of them looked surprised and happy, obviously seeing her and Loris come down.

I never expected them to come looking for me.

Perhaps we can still leave.

He Ye thought to himself, when he suddenly noticed something in the sky. He looked up and saw that it was an advertising airship with a poster of Coxsworth Beach on it. It was slowly flying towards him, like a passerby who was not trying to disturb him.

He Ye suddenly realized something and chuckled silently.

(End of this chapter)