Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Vera dialed an encrypted number.

On the other end of the phone was Victor Kahn, a black market arms dealer.

His four modified Black Hawks were already in his private hangar at Van Ness Airport.

As soon as the bounty was posted, he guessed that someone would need aerial firepower, so he preheated the planes and loaded them with ammunition.

Vera spoke directly.

"I need four armed helicopters, they must be here in ten minutes. I'll provide the route, and I'll provide the personnel. Five billion, you and I will each get half."

Victor chuckled softly.

"What if you can't get it?"

Vera spoke calmly.

"Then you can just stay nearby and watch the show; the only thing you'll lose is fuel."

Viktor remained silent for a few seconds.

"Deal. My plane is ready to go. You'd better have a viable route to survive."

He paused, as if asking casually.

"By the way, whose account did the bounty go into?"

Vera looked at the distant stadium, her voice flat.

"mine."

There was a chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"Okay. I trust you to handle things."

Vera announced the flight path.

"Enter from the northeast, retreat from the northwest. Don't try to be clever. Fly along my route."

Ten minutes later, a deep rumble came from the night sky.

At first, no one in the inner ring of the stadium paid any attention.

The sounds of sirens, gunshots, and explosions blended together, making the engine noise inconspicuous.

Only when the sound grew closer and the broken glass on the ground began to tremble slightly did someone suddenly look up.

Four dark figures loomed over from behind the buildings.

There are no navigation lights.

There were no searchlights.

Only four green dots suddenly appeared on the radar screen.

Inside the state emergency command center, Allen stared intently at the screen.

The operator quickly recognized the signal, turned around and shouted:

"Sir, National Guard call signal received!"

Allen's eyes lit up.

"It's our air support! Have them suppress the target immediately!"

The inner ring commander had just picked up the walkie-talkie when four modified Black Hawk helicopters swooped down from above the buildings.

In the first second, no one fired.

The machine guns under the fuselage lit up simultaneously in the second second.

In the third second, the rocket detached from its short wings and crashed into the inner armored position, leaving a blinding trail of flame.

The explosions continued in succession.

The lead armored vehicle was overturned, and two Humvees were engulfed by fireballs.

The sniper's high ground was simultaneously reduced to rubble by machine gun fire, and the advancing Black Ops team was overturned by the shockwave.

The hope on Allen's face froze instantly.

That wasn't a rescue.

They came for them.

One of the Black Hawk helicopters flew through the flames of the explosion and headed straight for the ruins of the clubhouse.

The gusts of wind whipped up by the rotors tore through the smoke, and spent cartridges and rubble tumbled across the ground.

The plane lowered its altitude and hovered above the broken wall.

The hatch opened.

Vera slid down the rope.

Her light blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, her black combat uniform clung to her body in the wind, and she landed with her knees slightly bent, her right hand already drawing her gun.

Two members of the Black Ops team had just rushed out of the smoke when she fired two shots without even looking at them.

The two fell down at the same time.

Naga stared at her for two seconds, then grinned.

"Vera is ranked number one on the dark web assassin leaderboard."

The ghost straightened the cracked glasses.

"Vera, I didn't expect you to come in person, but it makes perfect sense."

Vera holstered her gun and glanced indifferently at the two men.

"Ghosts, Naga. It seems that fifty billion has attracted all the familiar faces."

Chen Mo looked at her, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"I've seen your file; you're even more attractive in person than in your photos."

Vera's eyes changed slightly for the first time.

"My file does not exist."

Chen Mo spoke calmly.

"It doesn't exist for others, but it does exist for me."

Vera stared at him.

"You control the dark web."

Chen Mo did not deny it.

"Relax, I'm not interested in you."

Vera gripped the gun tightly.

"I'm not interested in you either. I'm here to collect my five billion."

Chen Mo looked at her.

"We are the five billion you want to rescue. You want money, I want to leave. It's fair."

The ghost smiled slightly.

In the wine cellar, Whitman and Coleman saw the helicopter, and hope lit up in their eyes at the same time.

They thought Chen Mo would take them with him, so they scrambled towards the door.

Whitman reached out to grab Chen Mo's clothes.

"Take us away! I know a lot more dirty stuff! There are people in Washington who are even dirtier than us, I can tell you everything!"

Coleman then pleaded, offering his last bargaining chip.

"We've admitted everything! You said you'd give people a way to survive! Do you even keep your promise?!"

Chen Mo looked at them, his eyes showing no emotion.

"I gave you a way out. Unfortunately, that was for others. You were not."

Whitman turned pale.

"You said you'd give us a way out!"

Chen Mo spoke calmly.

Did I say that before?

Coleman shuddered and wanted to plead again.

Chen Mo turned to look at Naga.

"They participated in every single one of these acts: torture, murder, and cannibalism. Send them to hell."

Naga raised his pistol and grinned.

"With pleasure, boss."

Whitman had barely opened her mouth when a gunshot rang out.

boom!

He fell backward.

Coleman's eyes widened, his hands still frozen in mid-air.

boom!

A second shot rang out.

He then collapsed.

The live stream continued uninterrupted.

American audiences watched as these two high-ranking officials, who had just pleaded guilty, died in the live broadcast room where they confessed to their crimes.

This is what a real public execution looks like.

Chen Mo looked at the ghost.

"Don't turn off the live stream yet, the bounty hasn't been settled."

The ghost picked up the laptop.

"Understood, boss. The whole of America needs to see us leave."

He boarded the plane carrying his still-on laptop, and the camera only showed the swaying top of the cabin.

Chen Mo was the last one to come up.

Vera pulled up the control stick, and the helicopter quickly climbed.

The other three Black Hawks, one on the left, one on the right, and one behind, protected the flight path.

Ground firepower was still trying to pursue.

The two escort helicopters opened fire simultaneously, and the rockets struck the last inner ring roadblock, sending flames soaring into the sky.

The helicopter passed through the inner ring and then over the outer ring.

The bounty page refreshed instantly.

[Final mission complete.]

The rescue was successful.

Five billion US dollars have been transferred to the mission account.

Vera's phone vibrated.

She didn't go to see it immediately.

She only glanced down at the helicopter after it had completely left the stadium airspace.

After the account balance, a frighteningly long string of numbers appeared.

Five billion US dollars have arrived!

Ghost then closed the notebook.

"Live broadcast over, ladies and gentlemen."

Naga leaned against the side of the cabin, grinning widely.

"I've never had such an expensive plane ticket before."

Vera looked ahead, her face still expressionless.

But her finger stopped on the phone screen.

Even she couldn't remain completely unmoved by five billion.

At the same time, warning sounds also rang out on the other three helicopters.

Victor Kahn stared at the bounty page, his breathing growing heavier.

As agreed, the five billion will be split equally between the two parties.

Vera gets 2.5 billion, and he gets 2.5 billion.

But when he actually saw that string of numbers, Viktor felt a pang of regret.

Two and a half billion is a lot, five billion is even more.