give it all to miss machima

After a one-sided, crushing battle, Miss Hound was quickly and firmly restrained in a moment of terror.

To avoid injuring her cheetah-like, muscular body and skin, Machima deliberately used thicker strands of hair to bind her, then pinned her down on the table in a humiliating missionary position.

"You are one of the most skilled people I have ever met, almost reaching the limits of human ability... Unfortunately, you are still a bit lacking against me."

Machima removed the gag that had been stuffed into her during the fight, and the latter immediately aimed for her throat and bit down with such force that Machima almost worried that the loud "crack" when she missed might have shattered her own teeth.

"There's no need to work so hard. I'm here to help you, Miss Hound~"

After confirming the other party was alright, Machima pinched the other's chin while her other hand ran rampant over the hunting dog. After enduring for a few minutes, the latter was overwhelmed by Machima's superb judo skills and couldn't help but let out a gasp, while also gritting her teeth and asking her first question:

"Who are you?"

"I'm just a guy who came to this city looking for some fun, and I just happened to find a nice hunting dog, so... I came here."

"Since you're not going to kill me... what exactly do you want from me?"

"As far as I know, you seem to want to cause trouble for those Americans in that hotel over there? And I can help you. But just taking out a few NSA pawns is too boring. How about we go big? A thorough revenge against the United States? I know you... you can't resist the taste of blood, can you?"

"Blood?"

The hound looked at her, then gave a sickly smile:

"Will you...give me more blood?"

"certainly……"

Machima smiled and loosened her grip on the other person slightly.

“A warrior as excellent as you, and so beautiful, is the perfect hound I would want. How about getting a new master? Instead of being a maid to some immature brat, wouldn’t it be better to come here and unleash your true nature and desires? I will satisfy you… in whatever way.”

Machima's hands, which had been busy all along, gradually quickened, while the other person, slightly out of breath, wrapped their long legs around Machima's waist, looking at her with burning eyes:

"Should I... try to get on your good side, my dear... new master?"

Machima narrowed her eyes—this guy submitted so quickly?

It was easier to handle than I expected. Could it be that my dog ​​training skills have improved by leaps and bounds?

Or... is this guy trying to lower my guard?

Give it a try...

“Stick your tongue out,” she commanded.

Miss Hound obediently did as she was told, looking at her with expectant eyes. Machima looked at the other's pretty face, licked her lips, and couldn't wait to lean down and savor it carefully.

This went on for several minutes before Machima finally looked up, wiping the smear from her lips and looking at Robert with surprise.

"I thought you were going to try to bite off my tongue... Not bad, not bad, I'm starting to get excited..."

She loosened her grip on the other person a little more, and at the same time, she was about to unpack the cumbersome packaging when Miss Hound quickly stopped her, blushing.

"Wait... don't tear my clothes, I don't want to fight those Americans naked in a bit..."

Then take off your pants!

Machima couldn't wait to undo the slightly oversized metal belt on the other person's waist.

The next second, a gunshot rang out, and Machima jolted violently as if she had been punched in the abdomen.

"……Well!"

She looked down and saw four bullets installed in her belt, which instantly pierced her abdomen as the firing mechanism was activated.

Even though this device is much less powerful than a real handgun, it is still deadly enough for an ordinary person at this distance.

This is...

Machima stumbled backward and knelt on the ground, staring at the other person in disbelief—a grenade hidden in his crotch!?

"Hehehe... It's like a greenhouse, exuding the aura of death. The hotter the blood, the more...exciting!"

Miss Hound grinned maliciously as she broke free of the remaining threads, stood up, and looked disdainfully at Machima, who was kneeling on the ground clutching her wound.

“Master? Don’t you know? A dog that abandons its homeland can never find another master. In this world, there is only one master who is worth protecting even if I am covered in filth. For him, I will relentlessly hunt down and tear apart my enemies, and I will crush their bones and flesh and swallow them whole… You will become one of them!”

Miss Hound threw a swift punch at Machima's temple—if the blow landed, it would at least cause a concussion and loss of consciousness.

But the next moment, a hand gripped her fist tightly, preventing Miss Hound from advancing any further.

"...!?"

"What an embarrassing situation... I never imagined that even the belt had a hidden secret..."

Under the incredulous gaze of the other person, Machima easily held her hand to prevent her from breaking free, stood up as if nothing had happened, and even stretched her shoulders and neck.

"I was originally planning to play around with you as an ordinary person... but now it seems... I'll have to be a little rougher..."

The strands of hair behind her began to dance, even flashing with tiny strands of lightning.

Machima looked down at Miss Hound, her eyes filled with a dangerous glint.

"From now on, you'd better grit your teeth and hang in there... Miss Hound~"

Chapter 139 Unlocking the Collar

Locke, whose real name is Rokuro Okajima.

He was a top student who graduated from the University of Tokyo in Japan. He was well-educated, had a gentle personality, was knowledgeable, and came from a good family. His parents were still alive, and his older brother entered the government immediately after graduation. Such conditions might not be considered an old Japanese family in Japan, but they certainly couldn't be described as a poor family.

After graduation, he quickly joined Asahi Heavy Industries, a large Japanese company, as an employee in the Southeast Asia Division of the Materials Department. He was fluent in multiple languages, including some lesser-known ones. His quick thinking, excellent observation skills, and negotiation skills enabled him to organize fragmented clues and maximize his interests.

He can be described as a typical high-quality Japanese corporate slave. If nothing unexpected happens in his life, he should be promoted and given important responsibilities based on his professional skills, gradually accumulate seniority, and achieve success in his career when he reaches middle age.

But as expected, Rokuro Okajima's life took an unexpected turn—during a mission to transport confidential company documents by sea, he was ambushed by the Black Reef Company, whose target was the documents.

After stealing the CD containing the documents, Levi, the female gunslinger from Black Lagoon, also kidnapped Rokuro Okajima, intending to extort a ransom as extra money.

What they didn't know was that the document contained evidence that Asahi Heavy Industries was secretly helping a certain country with nuclear development. If such a scandal were to be exposed, Asahi Heavy Industries would be in deep trouble. So they decided to hire mercenaries to destroy the CD and Okajima.

After learning that he had been abandoned by the company, Okajima did not hesitate and immediately defected to the Black Lagoon Company. He changed his name to Locke and took on all sorts of clerical jobs, such as accountant, actuary, translator, and geographical consultant. He settled down in Roanapura.

In just over two years, Locke adapted to life in this city of sin at a speed that surprised even himself, transforming from a Japanese office worker into one of the city's many criminals.

Different cities have different development paths. In the early stages of its formation, Roanapur accurately found its own differentiated track, realizing industry co-construction and platform integration. The large influx and transit of HLY from the Golden Triangle region has sustained the abnormally prosperous city. It is a lawless place needed by criminal gangs, an intelligence gathering and relay point, a buffer and resting place for relatively less safe areas, and a natural place for political groups to flock in and cover up certain illicit activities.

It can be said that there are only two kinds of people in this city—newcomers and those who serve the newcomers. If you randomly grab ten people on the street and shoot them all, there might be innocent people among them, but if you shoot half of them, there will definitely be some who escape.

In the past two years of gunfire and various dangers, Locke had long since abandoned most of his past naivety and some of his conscience, but he was not a person without principles. If possible, he still hoped to reduce the sins of the city as much as possible.

"We're too late...she's not here."

Looking at the empty bedroom, Locke sighed.

"It seems the maid was attacked here."

"Looking at the traces left at the scene, my partner Revy analyzed it," she said.

"There are no bullet holes here, and not much of a smell of blood or gunpowder, which means the attacker didn't fire a gun... but... won by hand-to-hand combat... Oh, wait, something's not right..."

The sharp-eyed gunslinger sniffed the air and quickly detected a strong... um... odor on the simple bed in the room.

"It seems the attacker used some kind of stun gun, causing the maid to even lose control of her bladder, and..."

Continuing to observe, her expression suddenly turned grim, and she fell silent—judging from the marks, it seemed the maid had incontinent more than once or twice, meaning that after losing her ability to resist, she had likely been subjected to…

Damn it, that's a crazy woman whose fighting power is comparable to the Terminator! Who has the guts to do that?!

As a woman herself, she was now somewhat angry.

"It's hard to imagine, but our maid has probably indeed been captured..."

Locke was also somewhat surprised upon hearing this. He had witnessed the scene a year ago where that maid single-handedly fought her way through half of Roanapur, if it weren't for the Moscow Hotel's intervention at the last minute...

"Moving a living person is no easy task. People around here will definitely notice. Let's go investigate again!"

Through persistent inquiries, the two finally obtained useful clues from nearby residents. Combining the descriptions, Locke quickly realized that this seemed to be the woman the Triads had been looking for recently. She seemed to have no intention of hiding anything and went straight to the Shancahn Palace Hotel.

"Wait... isn't that the hotel where the young master of the Labres family stayed earlier?"

Levi couldn't help but slap her forehead and complain.

"We've been investigating for so long, and we've come full circle?!"

"No...no..."

Locke felt a sense of unease. It was the most luxurious hotel in Roanapur, and all sorts of people had spies there, especially now, under the seemingly calm surface before the storm.

"She did it on purpose! She's probably trying to provoke..."

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of fire erupted in a distant part of the city, followed by belated explosions and gunfire.

"—Yahoo hohoo hohoo!! Da da da da da da! Bang bang! Hahaha!"

A girl dressed out of place stood in the hall, holding an M249 light machine gun in each hand, firing wildly in all directions. The soldiers from FARC were suppressed by this firepower and couldn't even lift their heads.

A dozen minutes earlier, they received intelligence that their target, "Hound," had been brought here. After waiting for a long time, they had just surrounded the room when the other party launched an attack on them that was beyond their wildest imagination.

Sharp steel wires had somehow appeared throughout the corridor, then, pulled by some unknown force, they swiftly sliced ​​through the air, cutting the two vanguard teams, A and B, into a pile of minced meat in an instant, like meat on a chopping board.

These were elite soldiers of FARC, top-tier troops trained in the Cuban Navy's special forces. Enraged, the FARC leader ordered the room to be blown up with an RPG, and then the girl rushed out and went on a killing spree.

Her marksmanship was terrible; she relied entirely on brute force. But the strangest thing was that, even though the FARC leader felt he had hit her several times, the girl was completely unharmed, as if she were just a phantom.

"I'll take all your heads!"

The black-haired girl with eyeshadow casually tossed aside two empty machine guns, pulled out several steel wires from thin air, and then, like a ghost, rushed towards them with a speed that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Accompanied by piercing screams, the FARC soldiers were reduced from individuals to piles.

"FARC is out first. That makes the situation a little clearer. Jieluo is pretty capable, isn't he?"

From the rooftop of a hotel in the distance, Machima watched the commotion coming from there with satisfaction.

Below her at the hotel, the Grey Fox Squad, a special forces unit under the National Security Agency led by Major Gaguston, consisting of 18 men, was divided into three tactical groups and preparing for a tactical transfer.

The beginnings of chaos in the city and the increasingly tense atmosphere had already made them uneasy, and they were trying to evacuate from Roanapur as soon as possible.

Machima patted the rump of the fully armed, flushed-faced hound standing beside her:

"Go, your enemies are right there. Tear their flesh and drink their blood! Unleash your true nature!"

Chapter 140 Battle

In the narrow alleys of Roanapur, a well-trained squad is moving swiftly.

Each of them was dressed in professional military bulletproof vests and carried an M4 carbine. Their movements were efficient and their teamwork was excellent.

This is the Grey Fox team, led by Sean Gagoston, from the U.S. Army's Fifth Special Operations Group—also known as the Green Berets. The Green Berets are the main force of the United States in unconventional warfare, and are known for their expertise in unconventional warfare, foreign and internal defense, special reconnaissance, direct action, and counterterrorism.

Every member is a guerrilla warfare master, proficient in at least one foreign language, possesses their own technical expertise, and has received comprehensive cross-training in other specialties. When necessary, they can even serve as temporary officers, training and commanding an infantry company.

In theory, they belong to the newly established ISA of the U.S. Department of Defense, which is the same level as the NSA. The department was established because the CIA refused to share intelligence with the Department of Defense on major events, including the Tehran embassy incident. The operation of the Grey Fox team is also a battle of wits between the Department of Defense and the CIA as the Department of Defense extends its reach into the territory of the CIA.

Such an elite force should not have targeted a slum like Roanapur. Their mission was to disguise themselves as backpackers, travel north by boat from Roanapur, and arrest General Xiu Yang, a drug dealer in the Golden Triangle.

Major Sean Gagoston is a rare soldier with a strong sense of justice and honor. More than twenty years ago, during the Vietnam War, he openly engaged in a firefight with his comrades to protect a girl from being violated. He has a deep-seated aversion to places like Roanapur.

Although they didn't know the city was in chaos, or why spies were watching them, as long as they reached the docks and left quickly, the United States' mission wouldn't be affected...

"Major! There seems to be something around three o'clock..."

Before his subordinate could finish speaking, his upper body felt as if half his head and shoulders were about to be severed by a transparent monster in an instant. Only after he fell heavily to the ground did the muffled sound of a gunshot come from afar.

"Get down!"

Sean Gagoston roared.

"It's a heavy-duty sniper rifle! Wright! LG! Horner! Suppressive fire! The rest of the squad, move quickly! Run, run!"

The sacrifice of their teammates did not cause the Gray Fox Squad to panic. Although the dull gunfire continued, each shot leaving a large crater in the surrounding walls, the Gray Fox Squad quickly found their own cover after taking precautions and relying on the cover that was everywhere in the city.

"What do we do now, Major?"

"Even though we don't know who the enemy is, we must take out that sniper!"

Besides seeking revenge for their fallen comrades, the most important thing for the Grey Fox team was to carry out an infiltration operation. They were well-equipped, but still only had light weapons. In fact, due to their struggle with the CIA, they had no support to call for in the city except for a few NSA liaisons.

With such a large-caliber sniper rifle, it would be impossible for them to reach the empty dock—that would be tantamount to suicide.

The number and location of the enemy are unknown, but... the situation isn't too bad—at least it's better than being stuck in a deserted tropical jungle...

Sean Gaguston chuckled self-deprecatingly, then ordered three squads to attack the sniper's position from different directions.

The residents of Roanapur had long developed the good habit of immediately hiding in their houses upon hearing gunfire—no matter who was fighting whom, someone would always clean up the mess in the end, so everyone kept their distance from anything that didn't concern them. This was undoubtedly good news for the Grey Fox Squad, as they didn't have to distinguish between enemies and civilians, and therefore didn't have to worry about falling into a predicament like that of Mogadishu.

"One team arrived at the intersection but found no enemy."