give it all to miss machima

"Second team too... wait! There's a tripwire here... that was close..."

Just as the three teams were about to speak, a grenade from across the street landed in their formation, the explosion immediately drowning out the shouts over the radio.

Sean Gaguston's eyes widened in fury, and he immediately rushed toward the attacker's location. At the corner, he almost collided head-on with a dark-haired figure wielding a submachine gun.

The two fired almost simultaneously. His bulletproof vest immediately felt a tremendous impact, and several of his ribs throbbed with excruciating pain. However, his opponent dodged his first few shots with terrifying speed and agility, and then grabbed the muzzle of his gun and moved it away.

Sean Gaguston felt himself being pulled by a tremendous force, followed by a heavy kick to the abdomen. Then, a face with a maniacal smile appeared before him, its abnormally dilated pupils staring at him with surprise, as if appraising some rare treasure.

"Hmph... I know you, Mr. Fox! I've finally caught up with you! Keep running, keep running deep into the forest, or your fur will be skinned and used as a specimen!"

Sean desperately pressed down on the other man's hand holding the gun, but the gun barrel kept moving closer and closer to his head—as he was about to die, his thought at that moment was that he was finally getting old and couldn't even outmaneuver a girl.

"Major!"

Fortunately, his men arrived in time, and Miss Hound jumped out just before the other man raised his gun to aim, dodging the bullets that were biting her and disappearing into the alley.

"I'm fine!"

Sean scrambled to his feet and, with the help of his men, reclaimed cover.

"How are the three teams doing!?"

"Dortmund and Breton were injured by shrapnel, and LG..."

"Watch out! She's here again! Her target is Team Three!"

"cover!"

Looking at the intense gunfire below, Machima was quite satisfied.

"That's more like it."

Under her constant sensory stimulation, mild electric shocks, illusion manipulation, and the enhancement of charm, after two days of comprehensive training, even without using the power of domination, Miss Hound, who was already mentally unstable, was almost turning into a mad dog belonging to her.

After she tastes a little more blood and fulfills her obsession with vengeance by devouring the flesh and blood of her enemies, her original personality will be close to crumbling. Then, all I need to do is imprint my mark on her new personality, and I'll have a perfect, warm, and obedient Miss Hound...

Hmm, not bad... Although she's only at the mortal level, in Conan's eyes, she might only be able to barely hold her own against Kyogoku Makoto, but at least she's one of the few outstanding talents under his command. Plus, she comes with maid and crazy woman attributes, really not bad at all!

So, the next goal is... um?

Machima looked down at the street below and saw a dozen or so Triad members in black suits heading towards the point of attack.

Tsk tsk, this won't do. The show isn't over yet, how can we ruin it?

Just as Makima pulled out two pistols, preparing to go down and try her hand at gunfights, two gunshots rang out from behind her, accurately hitting the weapons in her hands.

"...?"

Curious, she turned her head to look and saw on the other side of the roof, a blonde Slavic woman in a VDV military uniform was leading her subordinates, pointing guns at her.

"You'd better not move, Miss Aphrodite."

Chapter 141 Wild Dogs and Wolves

"It is you……"

Machima had sensed someone coming to the rooftop long ago, but she didn't care. Now, seeing the blonde mature woman she had been dreaming of, she was quite pleasantly surprised.

“I was wondering when I should come to you, but I didn’t expect you to show up on your own… You still owe me a debt, Ms. Balalaika.”

The Slavic woman's face remained icy cold.

She kept a wary eye on Machima—based on the post-battle report from the mansion, this person possessed extremely formidable combat power, and she was not to be underestimated.

Fortunately, at this moment, besides her and her subordinates, there were at least three sniper rifles aimed at her from different directions on the rooftop a little further away. Balalaika had enough trust in her soldiers; there was no way there could be any more hidden enemies nearby. No matter how strong the girl in front of her was, she could be easily subdued if she made any sudden movements.

“I advise you not to make any rash moves, Aphrodite… or rather, Miss Machima. Regarding the attack on you launched in Japan, we were just doing our job for money. The Moscow Hotel has no intention of being hostile to you. There’s no need for us to go that far, is there?”

"Interesting. You bring men, guns pointed at my head, and you tell me you have no hostility towards me?"

“A wise hunter will not rashly venture into another hunter’s territory alone. I know you may have a backup plan, but at this moment, you should think about your own life, health and safety.”

"Humph……"

Machima chuckled and returned to the edge of the rooftop. The gunfire below intensified—after stating their purpose, the Triad members had begun helping the Gray Fox Squad suppress Miss Hound. Although they were just thugs, they were elite Triad members, which alleviated the pressure on the Gray Fox Squad to some extent and caused Miss Hound some trouble.

"The Moscow Hotel actually partnered with the Triads, and to protect the American army, which you hate the most? Don't you find that a bit ironic? I originally thought that you, a warmonger with suicidal tendencies at your core, would want to test your skills against the American army..."

Machima gestured towards the sea as if pointing to the enemy, indicating the battlefield below.

"Look at them, America's elite of the elite, with countless achievements and honors, fighting with unwavering loyalty to their country. Like you, they are a unit born to destroy each other. They have seen what you have seen, fought what you have fought. The leader is even more like you—you disobeyed orders in Afghanistan to protect children, he shot his comrades in Vietnam to protect children... Even though the countries and battlefields are different, only soldiers like you, who have branded themselves with cries and groans, can understand this supreme honor that belongs only to soldiers..."

She turned to look at Balalaika, whose face was slightly contorted.

"But now... they are still honorable soldiers of the United States, while you are just a bunch of degenerate gangsters—even if you still wear military uniforms and maintain discipline and combat power, you are still just a bunch of stray dogs banding together. Even when you see other hunters trespassing into your territory, you only dare to bark a few words at them instead of simply tearing their throats apart..."

Machima's words undoubtedly ignited the anger of Balalaika and her men, who gripped their guns even tighter.

"We are exercising restraint towards you simply to avoid unnecessary trouble, but that doesn't mean you can tarnish our honor, nor does it mean you can spout nonsense here..."

Balalaika's gaze toward Machima grew even colder.

"If you again..."

“—Food possessiveness,” Machima suddenly said.

"……what?"

"Don't pretend to be so noble. You bunch of depraved dogs are just guarding your food."

Machima opened her arms and pointed to the city.

"Roanapura is your hunting ground. You and the Triads, supported by the CIA, have divided this hunting ground together, maintaining a fragile balance. But now, this balance is about to be broken—if an NSA-affiliated team completely falls into Roanapura, the United States will inevitably turn its attention to this shitty, sinful city. With just a word from those big shots, Roanapura might end up like Mogadishu. In that case, you bunch of stray dogs scavenging for food here will get nothing..."

Machima grinned as she looked at the cold-faced Slavic woman, her gaze lingering on her skin and scars for a long time—her XP system was kicking in again, and she felt these scars were so cool…

Withdrawing her somewhat excessive gaze, Machima snapped her fingers.

"So, how about I give you a choice? Come and serve me."

"...?"

Balalaika was slightly taken aback, then her eyes were filled with annoyance.

"you……"

"Don't get angry yet, listen to me carefully."

Machima raised her finger and continued.

"First of all, as long as you work for me, I can give you a safe and respectable job—security force, military instructor, or whatever else you want. You don't have to hide the fact that you're involved in organized crime from your families anymore."

“I have always been very generous to my subordinates. You can get much better treatment than you do now. You will no longer have to lower yourself to collect protection money and deal with a bunch of scoundrels all day long. You will no longer have to personally cut pornographic videos to generate revenue.”

"I can even grant you soldiers the honor once again. Don't doubt my abilities. Whether it's Japan, the United States, or Russia, I can easily accomplish such a small task."

Machima extended her hand to Balalaika and asked sincerely:

"So, how about it, want to come?"

"..."

Unfortunately, after a few seconds of silence, the Slavic woman's eyes remained cold and piercing.

"Unfortunately, we are indeed a pack of stray dogs. You should know that stray dogs that have been abandoned and banded together to wander are not pets in a pet store. We are a pack of wolves, and wolves will not serve anyone."

"..."

Machima's gaze turned cold, and her look at Balalaika changed from expectation to pure malice.

"Tsk, I thought I was quite charming... Looks like the negotiations failed... Heh, a wolf pack?"

She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"But weren't the earliest dogs domesticated from wolves? There's a saying that's really true—to deal with the so-called fighting nation of Slavs, you can only rely on whips and supreme authority to teach them to submit... More than a year ago, the Russian government used you to support the Russian mafia in Tokyo, and you so-called wolves obediently did it, didn't you?"

Machima licked her lips and strode toward Balalaika.

"Unfortunately, with me, you can only say 'dog,' because dogs don't say no..."

Chapter 142 A Small Opening Doesn't Count

Seeing that Machima wasn't running away but walking towards her, Balalaika gave a final warning:

"Stop right now, or else..."

"..."

Machima ignored her, and the Slavic woman narrowed her eyes and waved her hand.

The subordinate immediately aimed at Machima's leg and fired—not out of pity, but because, to the Moscow Hotel, a living Machima was clearly more valuable than a dead one—whether they disposed of her themselves or sold her to the CIA, who had been trying to take her down.

But... something unexpected happened to Balalaika—Machima, as if she had foreseen it, turned to the side, and the bullet that was originally aimed at her leg hit the concrete ground and bounced away.

"...!?"

His men were swift and decisive, firing one, two, and three shots, but Machima easily dodged them all with minimal movement.

Balalaika suddenly realized a danger. She personally aimed at Machima's body and pulled Tokarev's trigger, but Machima still managed to dodge the 7.62mm pistol bullet with a muzzle velocity of 420 meters per second by turning to the side.

In the distance, another sniper, sensing danger, also fired—this time aiming directly at the head.

But as the bullet whistled past, everyone saw in disbelief that Machima had only tilted her head slightly when the bullet grazed her hair.

For a moment, Balalaika felt her thoughts come to a standstill—if the previous few shots could be explained by the fact that the other side had simply observed their movements and thus dodged in advance, then this scene of dodging the sniper rifle was somewhat absurd.

"Fire! Fire!"

His subordinates realized the danger and stopped holding back, opening fire with their AKS-74Us. Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Machima... Machima started spinning around!!!

She became a lightning bolt that could only leave a fleeting afterimage on the retina, countless bullets piercing her body but futilely grazing past her.

Just as even the fiercest storm cannot destroy a leaf, amidst the hail of bullets, she dodged the deadly bullets with the simplest movements. No... the scene before her eyes even made one wonder if the bullets were dodging her!

This incredible scene exceeded the imagination of the VDV soldiers, and the figure that darted and weaved through the hail of bullets at such a distance instilled great fear in them.

Fear led to panic, and everyone frantically pulled the trigger. The result was that the elite VDVs made the absurd and elementary mistake of creating a gap in fire and having to reload en masse.

But no one went to reload immediately—looking at Makima, who was completely unharmed, elegant as if she had just finished a deadly dance, with not even a tear in her clothes, and still maintaining a mocking smile, the VDV soldiers even began to doubt reality.

For a moment, the only sound on the field was the crisp sound of spent cartridge cases falling to the ground.

The next moment, the soldiers realized the magnitude of their mistake. Some went to change magazines, some dropped their rifles to draw their pistols, and some tried to rush forward to protect Balalaika, but it was too late.

In an instant, Balalaika felt Machima appear before her. Then, all her subordinates fell or were kicked away, and she herself was suddenly held hostage with a stolen pistol pressed against her head.

"Don't move..."

"Captain!!"

The paratroopers got up, hesitant to fire, and aimed their guns at Machima.

Even though the enemy wasn't hiding behind Balalaika to better conceal their bullets and take him hostage, even though it seemed that pulling the trigger would rescue the captain, no one dared to act rashly, not even the snipers in the distance—they had already witnessed the enemy's ghostly, inhuman speed and agility. If they fired, they might not even be able to harm him; instead…

Seeing the tense expressions on everyone's faces, Machima couldn't help but laugh. She put away her pistol, walked over to the tall Slavic woman, put her arm around her waist, and sniffed her blonde hair.

"As everyone knows, you're not really a big shot, so don't say I'm bullying you. Who told you to gang up on us first?"

Balalaika felt the real little hand in front of her and realized that what was in front of her could not be an illusionary ghost. But she would rather it was a ghost that appeared in broad daylight than a real person, because that was beyond her comprehension.

Feeling the other person's restless hands roaming over her body, she restrained the urge to use close-quarters grappling techniques to subdue Machima—now she knew that if she made a move, she would probably only humiliate herself.

"Who...who are you? This level of skill is beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human!"

It was precisely because of her sufficient military expertise that Balalaika was able to realize just how incredible what seemed like an absurd scene was—something that no human could possibly do.

"Wrong. With enough talent, ordinary people can do it."

Like a certain Japanese karate champion, compared to Machima, that guy is theoretically just an ordinary person.

"What do you want?"

"Didn't I say I want you to be my dog... Ah, don't think I'm insulting you. If it makes you feel better, I can also say I want you to be my cat."

Machima reached under the other person's military coat and pinched Balalaika's firm abs, looking quite satisfied.

"Hmm...or perhaps more like, being my cheetah, my big cat? Either way is fine~"

After a few seconds of silence, Balalaika, though feeling utterly absurd, maintained a degree of composure:

"are you serious?"

"What, want to surrender? Too bad, I won't accept that so easily now."

Machima released her opponent and returned to the rooftop—the battlefield between Miss Hound and the Gray Fox Squad was some distance away, but the constant gunfire could still be heard.