give it all to miss machima

"I... still don't quite understand."

"It doesn't matter. You and I are all products of this phenomenon. We are all things that shouldn't exist in this world, but since we're here..."

Machima looked at the world map in front of her and smiled.

"Then I will turn this world... into my own paradise."

Chapter 136 The Fallen City

Inside a church on the outskirts of Roanapur.

"Oh, you're here really early, Mr. Zhang."

In the spacious hall, Father Ricard sat on a bench and greeted Zhang Weixin as he entered the church.

"The confessional is ready. Rest assured, no one will disturb you during your confession."

Although he was a priest in a church, he had no intention of listening to the sins of penitents on behalf of the Lord. This might seem strange to those who were unaware of the truth, but Zhang Weixin was well aware of it.

He ignored the other person and went straight into the confessional room alone, where only a cell phone was waiting for him.

After he answered, a clearly manipulated voice came through:

"Mr. Zhang, the white paper fan, is as punctual as ever."

"Punctuality is one of my strengths. Enough with the chit-chat, let's get to the point."

“That’s true. We never have much time, so I’ll just get straight to the point—Roanapur will be quite lively for a while.”

"...Are there new guests again?"

“Yes, you should already know that the Colombian hounds are chasing the NSA, and the FARC people seem to have followed the scent as well. However… compared to the grudges and feuds caused by the Labras family, we are more interested in our new guests lately… Open the drawer on your left.”

Zhang Weixin did as instructed and found that there were several pieces of paper with a woman's information on them, along with several photos that looked like they had been taken secretly.

The woman in the photo has striking orange-red hair and unique golden eyes; anyone who has seen her would likely find it hard to forget.

Zhang Weixin read out the name from the document:

"Code name... Aphrodite? Possible real name... Machima... Who is she?"

"We don't know for sure yet, but... in recent months, her name has been appearing repeatedly in the reports of important figures, and even a retired general strongly requested that we investigate her. This piqued our curiosity, but what's even stranger is that we really can't find any more information about her..."

Humph……

Zhang Weixin flipped through the few pages of information that were scarce at the end.

"From Japan... or the Japanese government's public security? That's your backyard, how come there are people you can't find?"

“There are always unexpected things in this world, aren’t there? Right now, we’re trying to fix and figure out what happened. We need you to keep a close eye on Roanapura. According to reliable sources, she’s already here. Inform us immediately if you spot her.”

Zhang Weixin frowned slightly—he always felt it was best not to get too involved in this matter.

"Let's make this clear first. The reason I help you boring officials with some things is entirely because we share the same interests. I'm not your dog. If you think you can just order us around, then you... you've made a mistake."

"...Heh...heh heh heh..."

But his words only made the person on the other end of the phone laugh.

“Mr. Zhang, intimidating someone stronger than yourself is completely useless… Perhaps your Triads have the power to subdue individuals or small businesses, but we are unique, unparalleled, and the strongest in this world. So… you must understand your own position: a small-time hoodlum!”

"..."

As the call was disconnected, Zhang Weixin angrily slammed his phone on the table, kicked open the door to the confessional, and walked out, giving the so-called priest a final glare before leaving.

Those damn CIA agents!

The bustling city center of Roanapur.

The city is situated by the sea and backed by mountains. At the port stands a Buddha statue with its eyes and head destroyed, as if foreshadowing the city's decadence, one that even the gods would not deign to cast a single glance upon.

That is indeed the case.

This is a true lawless zone. Those who come to Roanapur are either homeless or vicious criminals. The entire city is like a filthy toilet in the gray and black areas of Southeast Asia. A large number of mercenaries, mafia members, drug lords, arms dealers, intelligence brokers, and countless outlaws all need a relatively safe place for them, a place where they are not so easily invited for tea by the authorities. Therefore, they have all gathered here, forming a comprehensive black and gray industry chain.

There is no government here, only a symbolic police station. Gangs are the ones who control the order in this city, and if you want to survive in this city, or even get ahead, you must be prepared to lose your life at any time.

Machima jumped off a bus, and as soon as she landed, she felt the overwhelming feeling of freedom.

The roads were far from wide, with most of the surface riddled with potholes. The alleyways on both sides were filled with dust and garbage, and some sewers were openly exposed on the roadside, where all kinds of domestic sewage were dumped indiscriminately, forming stinking ditches of various colors. Debris was piled up haphazardly, and some children in dirty clothes played on the side.

Even though it was broad daylight, there were already many prostitutes posing provocatively standing by the main road. Many men, whose pockets were bulging and obviously stuffed with some kind of illegal metal device, were either squatting idly by the roadside or flirting and groping the prostitutes. They all looked either like scoundrels or fierce-looking men.

The men in police uniforms turned a blind eye to this, either lounging in cool corners or taking advantage of the prostitutes.

The entire street was filled with a mixture of smells from tropical fruits, barbecue seasonings, tobacco, and garbage, along with various unfriendly, predatory gazes directed at her...

The feeling that the whole city gave Machima was, how should I put it...

It's less bustling than Los Santos, but more vibrant.

It's less gloomy and more sunny than Gotham City.

It's less sci-fi than Night City, but more down-to-earth.

Looking at the scene before her, she couldn't help but take a deep breath—this chaotic atmosphere, so different from the stagnant, utterly uninteresting Japanese society... was simply wonderful!

Machima felt like she had entered a sandcastle where she could do whatever she wanted, and she had an urge to... jump straight into the second stage and tear everything apart, smash it, and overturn it all!

However, she held back.

Let's keep our strength at... the peak of mortal level. That way, it won't be too shocking, nor will it be too overwhelming and lose its fun.

Machima licked the corner of her mouth.

So... should she go find the Russian older sister who owes her a debt first, or should she go find the famous double-gunner Revy first?

*NSA: National Security Agency

*FARC: Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia

Chapter 137 Miss Hound

In the evening, in a luxurious office of a Moscow hotel.

A beautiful Slavic woman sat in a mahogany executive chair, frowning as she looked at the financial statements for the most recent week.

His golden curly hair was combed back and simply tied into a single ponytail. The Russian paratrooper's overcoat that he usually wore was now hanging on a rack. He was simply wearing a dark red women's suit, with a large expanse of snow-white skin and hideous wounds exposed at the collar.

Balalaika finished writing a final note on the financial statement in her hand, then tossed it onto the table, not wanting to look at it even once more.

Her men were all excellent and loyal soldiers. Whether it was to capture a stronghold or send a group of people to their deaths, they could execute the mission perfectly. Such excellent and disciplined soldiers were the most valuable asset in this dangerous and decadent city.

But wealth is needed to support themselves and their families back home. The expenses of a full-strength company, including food, clothing, wages, performance bonuses, weapons, equipment, ammunition, and even the funds to keep it running, all need to be obtained from the gray and black industries under their control, including but not limited to running casinos, collecting protection money, smuggling illegal goods, and filming and selling prohibited videotapes.

Her subordinates could mostly help with tasks like collecting protection supplies, but only Balalaika could handle certain delicate tasks—such as calculating financial statements and trimming feathers.

The Moscow Hotel wields considerable influence in Roanapur, but precisely because of this, she has an ever-increasing number of things to deal with.

Fortunately, the Triads were relatively law-abiding and did not cause any trouble when she took her main force to Japan on a business trip. This can be considered as a tacit understanding between the two gangs over the years. Although Zhang Weixin was a scoundrel, he could be considered a morally upright scoundrel among all the scoundrels in Roanapur.

Back then, the Moscow Hotel, a woman from out of town, encountered the Triads, a local power, when she came to Roanapur. She and Zhang Ke had a lot of dealings over how to get a share of the pie.

The former Hong Kong Royal Police officer, now a triad member known as "White Paper Fan," took four 9mm bullets from the bullets he himself had delivered, and in return, received three .22LR bullets from the other side.

Interestingly, although the two sides were bitter enemies at the time, they are still alive today and have even reached a tacit understanding to jointly maintain the order of Roanapura.

But now, this hard-won stability is at risk of being broken.

Not long after returning, Balalaika received bad news—Robert, the former top assassin of FARC, nicknamed "The Hound of Florence," had once again come to Roanapur.

Last time, this mad dog turned the city upside down, and this time she's chasing after blood, determined to taste the flesh and blood of her enemies.

The whole thing started with the Labrex family, one of the thirteen great families in South America. The former head of the family was blown up while attending an important meeting.

It has been confirmed that the bombing was orchestrated by the U.S. National Security Agency, and several of the masterminds recently arrived in Roanapur, a city of sin, to carry out other missions for the United States.

This attracted the bloodthirsty hounds loyal to the Labras family, who followed the scent.

Balalaika knew that the crazy woman who liked to wear maid outfits and was incredibly powerful in combat would not stop until she killed her enemy, and she wouldn't care how much death and destruction she would bring in the process.

To make matters worse, this incident also involves FARC and the power struggle between the CIA and NSA.

The Moscow Hotel and the Triads, as the local owners, both abhorred chaos—chaos disrupts stable order, property, and profits, and also gives other gangs, such as those annoying Italians, undesirable ideas.

Perhaps I should find an opportunity to have an honest talk with Zhang and see if there's anything...

"Captain...there's new information..."

Boris, the loyal lieutenant, knocked on the door and came in with a furrowed brow.

"Several murders have occurred at the Yellow Flag Bar; the victims were members of the Triads."

"What did they do, and with whom did they get into conflict?"

"A woman from out of town, supposedly wearing a white shirt and suit that seemed out of place here, and... had orange-red hair and unusual eyes..."

Balalaika paused for a moment, then realized—she had just met the person being described not long ago, and he was her mission target.

"you sure?"

"It's practically certain now."

Balalaika couldn't help but stand up.

“I knew those black crows were unreliable. They really can’t even clean up a mess… But… this doesn’t make sense… Is she alone?”

"At least on the surface, that's true. Witnesses say that she publicly cut several Triad members in black suits who wanted to invite her for tea into more than a dozen pieces with a wire at the bar... She then drank a glass of wine before leaving. It is said that the boss was so scared that he almost wet his pants and is still busy trying to wipe the blood off."

Balalaika rubbed her forehead, feeling incredibly overwhelmed—how did everything have to happen all at once?

"So...she's here for revenge? And all alone?"

"Yes, I have put everyone on high alert."

"Very good, let's go again..."

Before she could finish speaking, Balalaika's phone rang. She looked at it and saw that it was Zhang Weixin calling.

"What's wrong, Zhang?"

"To make a long story short, I heard you went to Japan on a business trip a little over a week ago?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Have you offended someone?"

"...I guess so. What do you know?"

“Okay, I’ll get straight to the point. A woman from Japan, possibly named Machima, is asking about hotels in Moscow. Coincidentally… the CIA has also asked me to look for her, and it seems they intend to arrest her… but given that she seems a bit dangerous, I’d like to find out more about the details of your business trip to Japan.”

Balalaika nodded slowly:

"Perfect timing. I'm also a bit curious about why the CIA wants her, especially since she seems to be looking for us... Do you have any leads on her?"

"No, several of my men have died, and it's even difficult to collect their bodies... We've completely lost track of them now, but such conspicuous people always provide clues once they appear."

"Okay... let's talk in person?"

"can."

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room

"Robert, whose real name is Rosalita Kysneros..."

"A former soldier of the Colombian Revolutionary Army, he received professional assassination training in Cuba and killed countless people during his service, including women and children... Because of his ability to execute and complete every mission accurately and relentlessly pursue his targets, he earned the nickname 'The Hound of Florence'..."

"After discovering that the Revolutionary Army was colluding with drug lords, you left the Revolutionary Army and were subsequently pursued by the Revolutionary Army and Interpol, with drug lord Caltel even offering a $40 bounty on your head..."

"Finally, you hid in the home of your father's close friend—the former head of the Labras family—and became a maid on their estate. Unfortunately, this peaceful life was once again shattered by Uncle Sam's intervention... Now, to avenge the Americans who destroyed your life, you have returned to this city once more..."

Ignoring the cries of the beauty beneath her, Machima tightened her hair again and couldn't resist licking the other's ear.

"What I've told you about your experiences, is it correct, dear Miss Hound?"

Chapter 138 Hidden Grenade in Crotch

Miss Hound wasn't hiding too deep in Roanapur—since she came alone, she would definitely need all kinds of weapons and ammunition. Following the clues from the arms dealer, Machima used some of her skills to find her hiding place.

A few minutes earlier, she carefully avoided the wires connected to makeshift landmines hidden in the shadows and slowly walked into the other party's master bedroom. The hound was kneeling in front of the bed, muttering to itself, and a box of Ritalin lay scattered on the table beside it.

This is an antipsychotic drug, primarily used for mild brain dysfunction.

It was clear that Miss Hound's mental state was not very stable; she seemed to be talking to the little person in her mind.

Machima quietly approached her, believing she hadn't made a sound, but the moment she reached out, Miss Hound struck without warning—a dagger plunged straight into Machima's chest, a blow that clearly intended to leave her alive.

In terms of speed, posture, and every other aspect, it was a perfect strike. Theoretically, the victim wouldn't have had time to react, but unfortunately, she was facing Machima.