Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 119, Section 35: Martial Law
"Sir, sir, you scared me to death!"

At this very moment, on the streets surrounding the base of the tower.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the bright headlights illuminated the surroundings, and thin blue police tape stretched taut in the evening breeze. Inside, busy police officers were overwhelmed with work, while onlookers whispered amongst themselves on the periphery.

Sweating profusely, Nicole carried two suitcases and tried to call out to He Ye as he approached, hoping to get his attention.

Nitil stood beside her, silently with her arms crossed, like an older sister.

Outside the police cordon, crowds thronged. Although the commotion had, to some extent, subsided, it was enough for the onlookers to have something to talk about for a week.

At this moment, He Ye set up a cordon and walked out, bending over.

His police uniform was quite conspicuous, drawing stares from the surrounding citizens. Logically, the incident wasn't over yet, and he should have been at the scene helping with the cleanup. However, as a police officer who had already submitted his resignation, his presence there was already considered unpaid overtime.

"Why are you here?"

After explaining a few things, He Ye was able to leave, feeling puzzled. Earlier, he had personally witnessed the airship disappearing into the night sky and the police officers around him rushing about, with several police cars chasing after it, realizing that this might be troublesome.

But compared to the desperate situation at the top of the tower, it's much better in some ways, and He Ye believes they can get out of this predicament.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that my current situation is somewhat delicate.

The conversation inside the cordon concerned the personnel of the third platform, and the entire interrogation lasted less than five minutes. Isabel and Loris were also talking. The person questioning He Ye was Jin Hua, the specialist in charge of overseeing the situation above; he needed to understand the whole story.

He Ye only said that he saw two enemies up there, and that he ended up there by chance. Commissioner Krause and Officer Lauen can be considered witnesses.

There are no problems with this part.

The problem lies in those petty tricks—if He Ye hadn't sabotaged the descending elevator, the specialists from the third platform would have already returned victorious. There are also various minor details; a little thought will reveal something amiss.

But all in all, at least for now, everything is alright.

After being questioned, He Ye was free to move around. Since Isabel knew he planned to resign, she didn't deliberately make things difficult for him. He could now go home to rest, but it wasn't appropriate for him to leave, as he was considered a participant in the initial incident.

He came up to Nicole.

She had been waiting for him outside the cordon for a long time... He really didn't know how she found her way here. Looking at the suitcases and packages around him, he felt a little embarrassed.

Today was the day we agreed to leave, but he's already embroiled in this troublesome Eiffel Tower incident... Will he really be able to leave smoothly?
"Why are you here?"

"Sir, why did you come?" Nicole huffed, arms crossed. "I packed my bags and waited for you to come home, but guess who showed up?!"

“Of course it’s me,” Nitil said, dressed casually. “You know, I went through a lot of trouble to get a day off today, and who would have thought so many problems would happen? The team has already contacted me twice to ask me to go back, and I’m going to get nagged to death later!”

"..." He Ye was silent for a moment, feeling that he needed to sort things out. "Nitil, what are you doing at my house?"

"Of course I was waiting for you," Nitil said irritably, glancing around but not seeing the girl, then muttering to herself, "I only did this to help Loris keep you here. That guy wouldn't even bother to do something this simple himself, so as a friend, I had to go all the way—who knew you weren't home at all, but here instead."

"...It's a long story." He Ye sighed, not expecting to get involved so deeply. It all started with just agreeing to comfort the person contemplating suicide.

Nitil hesitated for a moment, then poked her finger: "By the way, I just saw you and Loris come down together."

"Yes." He Ye was certain that she was here too.

Nitil felt relieved to see this, realizing that her efforts hadn't been in vain—even though she hadn't been of any real help, the result was good.

"Sir, are you alright? I could hear gunshots coming from down here, it was terrifying!" Nicole asked worriedly as she approached He Ye, touching him up and down.

"It's nothing," He Ye waved his hand. "We can leave now."

Upon hearing this, Nicole's face stiffened, and she whispered:

"Sir, I have some bad news to tell you..."

He Ye thought to himself that he still had bad news to tell her.

"What?" he asked.

"Regarding leaving... well, all trains at the train station are not allowed to depart right now. I saw that my ticket was about to expire and I wanted to get a refund for a later train, but the ticket inspector told me that I could only get a ticket for tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

“This…” He Ye was surprised.

Things seemed to be more serious than he had imagined.

With the train station urgently closed, the docks and exits from the city will certainly be under martial law, and people may even be prohibited from leaving. These measures all reveal one thing: the National Security Bureau is going to find all the spies remaining here.

Normally, they might have escaped unscathed, but this operation exposed too much of their weaknesses.

He Ye remained silent for a while before saying, "Alright... then it seems I really can't leave today."

He really wanted to leave right now if he could.

But given his current situation, He Ye couldn't think of a way to leave safely and discreetly. After all, he had too many titles now, and even though he had resigned that morning, getting involved in this incident meant he could no longer leave peacefully.

"So you have to stay here now?" Nitil asked, peeking out.

"Yes...it was supposed to be a 7 o'clock train ticket." Nicole was still muttering and complaining, feeling sorry for the money.
He Ye had no choice but to turn back and think of a solution. He needed to leave this place first and change out of this outfit, otherwise he would attract attention no matter how many steps he took.

"Let's go home now, there's nothing more for me to do here," He Ye said.

Nicole's face stiffened again, and she lowered her head, stammering, "Uh, we might not have a home anymore..."

"..." He Ye was speechless.

“I’ve already returned the house key to Aunt Clay. She knew we were leaving and even came over this afternoon to help us pack,” Nicole explained. “So after we finished packing, I gave the key back to her and waited for you to come back inside. If we go back now, we’ll have to ask her for the key back and clean the house again.”

"Okay, I understand..." He Ye understood that Nicole couldn't be blamed for this; he could only say that he had already arranged to leave today.

"Then let's stay in a hotel?" He Ye said wistfully.

Nicole was overjoyed at the suggestion; the hotel was such a wonderful place, one she would miss. Unaware of the full story, she assumed she would only be leaving a couple more days later at most.

Nitil had been listening nearby, and when she heard about homelessness, her ahoge (cowlick) twitched a few times. She quickly waved to Loris, who was inside the cordon, beckoning her over.

Loris had just finished her conversation with Isabel.

She saw He Ye over there, and then saw Nicole and Nitil surrounded by luggage, and felt confused.

However, they still set up a cordon and walked over.

"Why are you here?"

Loris asked Nitil.

Nitil sighed in exasperation upon hearing this, recalling how Nitil had complained bitterly on the beach yesterday, her nose stinging and looking both ridiculous and pitiful. What would Nitil have done if she hadn't come? She probably had already planned to give up back then.

“Whether I’m here or not is not important,” Nitil said seriously. “What’s important is whether you’re still busy.”

“Isabel said it’s not really my problem anymore, and she told me I should go and rest…” Loris said softly, holding her injured arm. The doctor had already done a quick wipe and disinfection. “That’s good.”

Nitil chuckled and then gently pushed He Ye next to her. At that moment, He Ye was bending down to pick up her luggage, and she stumbled and seemed a little confused.

"what happened?"

“Ahem, if all else fails, you can stay at Loris’s house for a couple of days. Her house is so big, isn’t it? There are plenty of rooms to choose from, much more convenient than a hotel!” Nitil said.

Loris, unaware of the background, was stunned upon hearing the suggestion. Why was this being brought up all of a sudden? — It wasn't until He Ye and Nicole looked at each other and muttered things like, "This isn't a good idea," "It seems like we could save money," and "It's just for two days anyway."

Nitil had already moved closer to Loris to explain.

“%☆＃…”

Loris fell silent upon hearing this, the worries that had been weighing on her mind resurfacing. Noticing this change, Nitil, drawing on her own experience, patted her on the shoulder and had no choice but to reveal her final trump card.

"At night you do this... and then that..."

Nitil whispered in her ear, her voice almost whimpering, with a devilish tone.

Loris's face visibly flushed, but after a long while she just mumbled an "Mmm" and slapped her hand away.

"I... I'll drive."

Lorice finished speaking, then turned and walked ahead.

"……Is it okay?"

He Ye hesitated a bit while carrying his suitcase. Actually, staying in a hotel would be more convenient. He wanted to go out and investigate some things that night, such as which places in Greenley City had been the site of the disturbance.

“It’s okay… I live alone anyway,” Loris said softly.

Having said that, He Ye and Nicole had no choice but to pick up their luggage and follow her. She had driven a black sedan, and the two of them climbed into the back seat and left without any hindrance.

The scenery around the base of the tower is receding into the distance.

The evening breeze caressed the window.

……

—Seagull Street, World Trade Center—

Several police cars are parked here.

The high-rise building had closed its doors at 7 p.m., but now the chained locks had to be opened due to the police's forced requisition. The rooftop contained the wreckage of an airship, the last point they had tracked them to.

"Hurry up!"

The armed police officers were well-trained and advanced in two directions, one via the elevator and the other via the stairs, to ensure that nothing went wrong.

It's impossible to be certain how long the airship has been here—it could be five minutes or ten minutes—but it's certain that the thugs on top of the tower left in this airship, because the agents who went up later reported that there were no living people on the third platform.

"Move carefully and remain vigilant!"

Each floor they ascended was terrifying. According to reliable sources, the group of thugs numbered at least three and were highly capable fighters, so they had to be handled with extreme caution.

Sadly.

"boom!"

As the rooftop door was smashed open, police officers filed out, took tactical stances, and nervously aimed their guns at their surroundings, only to find a bustling night view and the silent wreckage of the airship.

This is an advertising airship.

It has no rigid frame; its shape is entirely maintained by the internal inflation pressure and the shape of the air bladder. The entire hull is a soft air bladder, now deflated and leaking air, indicating that it has indeed been here for a short time.

Was it intentional, or some kind of accident?
After a long silence, a bold police officer approached with a gun. He suddenly ripped open the huge sheet of linen covering the pod, ready to pull the trigger at any moment—underneath the sheet was the pod containing the crew and the control equipment.

But when the curtain was lifted, there was no one inside.

Only police officers were on the rooftop under the cover of night.

"Damn it! They're gone!"

The frustrated shouts of the lead officer rang out, signifying that the operation had yielded no results and they had no clue what to do next.

The camera then zooms out.

In the alleyway three or four hundred meters away from the World Trade Center, the ground was covered with thick parachutes. The entire spy team had already landed elsewhere by parachuting when the airship slowed down.

But this was only a preliminary escape; the crisis still followed them like the darkness around them.

"Shh-"

Mark put his finger to his lips and shushed, then took out a map of Greenley from his pocket, along with several crumpled pieces of paper and some kind of special token. His eyes were so sentimental, but in the end he just unfolded them and examined them carefully.

The correct escape route is written on it.

Even in cities under complete martial law, someone provided him with an escape route, which was clearly not drawn or arranged by himself.

Lawrence stood silently by, taking a deep breath. Something seemed to have come to a conclusion, but he couldn't make any moves to settle things now, because it wasn't safe to hide in the darkness, surrounded by hounds gritting their teeth.

After a long silence, Monica asked:

"what is this?"

"My escape route drawing, hey, isn't it professional?"

"Judging from the drawings, they were indeed drawn by you, but where did you get this information from?"

Mark looked embarrassed and just spread his hands.
“Hey guys, don’t worry about that now. The problem is how we get out of here—I’m also worried about the veracity of this intelligence, so the best way is to find someone in the know to confirm it.”

After Mark finished speaking, he put the blueprints and tokens away again. There were many things prepared on the airship, including wigs and clothes. He shouldn't be questioned if he went out for a short time.

He started by having everyone change their clothes.

About two or three minutes later, the things were hidden in a corner crevice, and Mark came out wearing a top hat and walked onto the street of Seagull Street. His fake mustache made him look like an old gentleman.

A black sedan sped past in front of us.

This is Seagull Street.

"It's time to go, Sophia."

Monica turned around and called out. The black-haired girl walked out last, her eyes lowered, seemingly distracted.

(End of this chapter)