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It has only been a week since the "Death Valley" incident.

Liu Ming, whose injuries had not yet fully healed, changed into casual clothes and quietly appeared at Terminal 3 of Beijing Capital International Airport.

The top-secret file seized from Moza's lair not only exposed Aegis's insane plan to destroy the mine, but also revealed one of their "hidden threats."

According to Ghost Hand's relentless data tracking day and night, it has been confirmed that a high-ranking foreign agent has infiltrated the country. This agent, codenamed "Ghost," is the most important contact person for "Aegis" in Asia.

His purpose in entering the country this time was to make contact with the "shadow" hidden in the upper echelons of the Dragon Kingdom and to personally detonate the directional bombs buried deep at the bottom of the mine.

Now, the operation has failed, and the Scorpion has been wiped out.

The cunning fox sensed danger and was preparing to swagger out of the Dragon Kingdom through a normal tourist port.

The waiting hall was bustling with noise. Boarding announcements played on a loop, and passengers with suitcases hurried along.

Liu Ming, wearing a black baseball cap, sat in a corner of a coffee shop near the glass. He wasn't looking at his phone or glancing around. He was just like an ordinary passenger waiting for a flight, quietly sipping his coffee.

But even behind his sunglasses, his peripheral vision was like the most sophisticated radar, taking control of every tiny detail at the entrance to the hall.

"Boss, target spotted."

The miniature communicator hidden in the earpiece transmitted Lone Wolf's cold, stern voice.

"At three o'clock, the VIP security checkpoint. A white male, about 1.85 meters tall, wearing a gray trench coat, pulling a silver Rimowa suitcase. His passport identifies him as a senior software engineer from Sweden."

Liu Ming turned her head slightly.

My gaze cut through the bustling crowd and landed precisely on the tall white man.

The man appeared calm and composed, even offering a polite and gentle smile when questioned by security personnel. His suitcase contained only a few changes of clothes and a regular laptop. There were no prohibited items, and his passport was in perfect condition.

This is a top-tier agent whose disguise is so perfect it's practically ingrained.

But in Liu Ming's eyes, he was full of flaws.

"He disguised himself well, but his body language gave him away."

Liu Ming gently put down her coffee cup, her voice barely audible.

"When a person is in an absolutely safe environment, their center of gravity is distributed randomly. But look at him, whether he's handing over his passport or taking his luggage, his toes are always slightly turned outward at a 30-degree angle. That's a fighting stance ready to unleash force at any moment."

"And his eyes."

Liu Ming stood up and straightened her coat.

"Although he was smiling, his pupils weren't focused on the security guard's face. Every three seconds, his gaze would involuntarily sweep across the blind spots of the surveillance cameras on the ceiling and the escape routes. It was a conditioned reflex developed in the midst of gunfire."

"Prey confirmed."

Liu Ming took a step forward, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, silently joining the bustling crowd.

……

The "ghost" passed through security smoothly.

He pushed his suitcase and walked into a boutique selling duty-free goods. Although he appeared relaxed, his heart, which had been pounding for ten years in the world of espionage, was beating unusually fast.

It's too quiet.

The reaction from China to the "Death Valley" incident was eerily quiet.

There were no large-scale raids, no diplomatic notes, and not even increased customs inspections.

This eerie calm was like the stillness before a storm.

"I need to get out of this awful place right away," Ghost cursed inwardly. He picked up a bottle of perfume, pretending to examine it, but his eyes were fixed on the shop entrance out of the corner of his eye.

Just then, a young man wearing a black jacket and a baseball cap walked into his line of sight without warning.

The young man wasn't walking fast. But the way he walked made the ghost's pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints!

It was a feline gait. The soles of the feet landed silently, the shoulders did not sway in the slightest, and the person's aura was extremely restrained.

A fellow professional! And a top-tier expert at that!

Ghost's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. Without any hesitation, he smashed the perfume bottle in his hand against the young man's face, and at the same time, his body darted out like a cheetah, attempting to escape through another emergency exit of the boutique!

"Snapped!"

The perfume bottle was caught steadily in mid-air by a large hand.

Liu Ming didn't even blink. He casually put the perfume back on the shelf, and with a swift movement, he appeared in the ghost's escape route as if by teleportation!

"In China, you have to pay for anything you break."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling killing intent.

"Get out of here!"

Ghost roared, his right hand flashing out of his trench coat pocket. A specially made ceramic military knife, crafted from non-metallic materials and capable of evading security checks, hurtled straight for Liu Ming's throat with a piercing whistling sound!

This strike was swift, precise, and ruthless, showing no mercy whatsoever.

But in Liu Ming's eyes, the movement was too slow.

He didn't back down. Just as the blade was about to touch his skin, Liu Ming's left hand shot out, precisely seizing Ghost's wrist. At the same time, his right elbow slammed into Ghost's sternum like a heavy hammer!

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed. The ghost felt as if he had been struck head-on by a speeding train. The cracking sensation in his sternum made him almost suffocate with pain, and the ceramic knife in his hand fell to the ground.

But he was, after all, a top agent of "Aegis". In the instant he was knocked back, he endured the excruciating pain and used the momentum to sweep a whip kick at Liu Ming's lower body.

Liu Ming sneered. He slightly raised his right leg, using his knee to withstand the blow without even swaying. Immediately afterward, he grabbed Ghost's shoulders with both hands like iron clamps, slammed them down, and slammed his right knee into Ghost's abdomen!

"Wow!"

The ghost spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body arching at a ninety-degree angle like a boiled shrimp.

Passengers nearby screamed and scattered in terror at the sudden violence. Airport security guards, batons in hand, rushed toward the scene, shouting orders.

"Time is running out."

Liu Ming looked at the ghost lying limp on the ground and gave him no further chance to fight back.

He grabbed the other man by the collar and dragged him like a dead dog into the boutique's fitting room, then locked the door behind him.

The cramped space was filled with the stench of blood and the smell of death.

"Who...who are you?" The ghost leaned against the wall, staring in terror at the man before him who resembled a god of death.

"Liu Ming".

Liu Ming uttered two words calmly.

"'Shura'?" Upon hearing this name, Ghost's already pale face drained of all color. He knew this codename; in the international mercenary world, it was the name of a grim reaper.

"What do you want? Intelligence? Or money? I can give you that..."

"I only want one thing."

Liu Ming leaned closer to him, her eyes icy cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Who exactly is that 'shadow' hidden in the upper echelons?"

Ghost's pupils contracted, and he clenched his teeth tightly. He knew that if he uttered that name, his family overseas would be immediately purged.

"I...I don't know..."

"Yeah?"

Without wasting words, Liu Ming directly grabbed the ghost's throat with his right hand, his five fingers slowly tightening.

The suffocating feeling and the terror of having one's bones crushed bit by bit instantly overwhelmed the ghost's reason.

"Wait...wait! I'll talk!" The ghost struggled, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth, "His...his code name is...is..."

Just as that crucial name was about to be uttered!

"drop--!"

The ghost's pupils suddenly dilated sharply, his body stiffened abruptly, and an extremely eerie "clucking" sound came from his throat.

Liu Ming's expression changed, and she instantly realized that something was wrong.

This is not a suffocation reaction.

He ripped open the ghost's shirt and saw a tiny subcutaneous implant in the area of ​​the ghost's heart, which was now flashing a deadly red light!

"A miniature remote-controlled poison needle?"

Liu Ming's eyes sharpened, and she instantly understood everything.

Someone was secretly monitoring everything. And just as the ghost was about to speak, they didn't hesitate to detonate the "time bomb" planted inside him!

That "shadow" is nearby! It's even watching them!

"Help...help me..."

Black, poisonous blood spilled from the ghost's mouth, its eyes were unfocused, and its life force was completely drained within seconds.

He died, and the trail went cold once again.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Liu Ming's eyes blazed with fury.

These bastards actually stretched their reach so far and did such a ruthless thing!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The fitting room door was pounded on loudly by the security guards outside.

"People inside! Open the door right now! Or we're coming in!"

Liu Ming took a deep breath, suppressing the rage in her heart.

He looked into the ghost's unseeing eyes, squatted down, and placed his palm on the other's cold neck.

"Click."

A crisp sound of bones breaking echoed in the confined space.

This is an unwritten rule in the intelligence community; it's the end of the enemy and a warning.

Liu Ming stood up and straightened her clothes.

"The land of Kyushu."

His voice was very low, yet it carried an undeniable air of dominance.

"You can't just come whenever you want."