bioinnovel Chapter 275 Crimson Rose!
Chapter 275 Crimson Rose!
The narrow alleyway under the cover of night is filled with the damp smell of earth after the rain.
It smelled of blood.
Zhang Yan released his grip.
The man codenamed "Ghost Hand" collapsed to the ground.
His right wrist was twisted at an eerie angle, with bone fragments piercing his skin and exposed to the faint moonlight.
"Ghost Hand" curled up on the ground.
My forehead was covered in cold sweat.
His body trembled uncontrollably from the excruciating pain.
He gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Zhang Yan looked down at him.
His gaze was calm.
"Did Takehiko Ito send you?"
He spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly echoing through the alley.
"Ghost Hand" suddenly contracted his pupils.
This name was a top-secret information for their trip.
Zhang Yan had no interest in playing interrogation games.
He raised his wrist and tapped lightly on his tactical watch.
At both ends of the alley, the electronic eyes of two "Tiger" mechs flashed with a ghostly blue light.
The mech took heavy steps, dragging the other two subdued samurai over and throwing them next to "Ghost Hand".
In the living room of the villa.
On the huge holographic screen, the scene in the alley was clearly displayed.
Nie Qingcheng swirled the wine glass in her hand.
The deep red wine clung to the glass in an arc.
She looked at the three disheveled agents on the screen and parted her red lips slightly.
"this one?"
She turned her head to look at Zhang Yan sitting next to her.
"I thought he was going to be really good, but he couldn't even touch a single finger of yours."
"They're not weak, I'm just too strong."
Zhang Yan's fingers didn't stop; he continued to operate on the virtual keyboard.
"However, this is just an appetizer."
He pulled up another set of surveillance footage.
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom was driving smoothly on a quiet road leading to the western industrial area of the city.
The rear windows were lowered halfway.
The profile of "Nie Qingcheng" is revealed.
She rested her chin on her hand, gazing out the window.
A gentle evening breeze blew, lifting a few strands of her dark hair.
"She's so beautiful."
Nie Qingcheng looked at "herself" on the screen and sincerely admired her.
Then, somewhat jealously, he added.
"It's completely different from those lumps of iron you made."
Zhang Yan smiled but didn't reply.
His attention was entirely focused on that abandoned industrial area.
Through the images transmitted by the miniature reconnaissance robot, he could clearly see that an inconspicuous old factory building was brightly lit.
Hidden sentries were deployed at the highest point of the factory and at several key entrances and exits.
These people are efficient and highly vigilant.
In the office on the second floor of the factory building.
Wearing glasses and with a refined demeanor, Tanaka was pacing back and forth anxiously.
Two men were standing next to him.
Wearing the same maintenance worker's uniform as "Ghost Hand".
He was tall and imposing, with a deep and composed presence.
Both men had buzz cuts, their hands hanging naturally at their sides, their muscles taut.
These two are the real trump cards that Takehiko Ito sent.
Codenamed "Wind" and "Thunder".
"Still haven't you been able to get in touch?"
Tanaka stopped and looked at "Ray".
"Lei" shook his head.
"All channels are being jammed. 'Ghost Hand' and his crew are in trouble."
"Wind's" gaze was fixed on the only road leading to the factory area outside the window.
"The plan has changed, and the other side may have noticed."
Tanaka's face was grim.
He was just an academic spy.
This real, brutal scene filled him with primal fear.
Lei's ears twitched slightly.
"A car is coming."
The three of them gathered around the window.
In the distance, a bright beam of car headlights pierced the night.
The car features sleek body lines and a distinctive double-R logo.
It was Nie Qingcheng's car, a Rolls-Royce Phantom.
"A car?"
Tanaka was stunned.
"Did she come alone?"
"Wind" and "Thunder" exchanged a glance.
trap?
Intelligence indicates that Nie Qingcheng has no other armed forces besides her driver and bodyguards.
This is their territory, and they have men all around them.
"Ghost Hand and his team failed. Is this woman here to see us?"
The tone of "thunder" was incredulous.
"court death."
"Wind" sneered.
"Since it's delivered right to our door, we'll save ourselves the trouble."
The Rolls-Royce stopped fifty meters from the factory gate.
The car door opened.
A long, beautiful leg wrapped in red silk stepped out.
Nie Qingcheng, wearing a long red dress, stepped out of the car.
She didn't bring any bodyguards; the driver stayed in the car.
She walked calmly towards the factory gate, alone, in her high heels.
There was no fear on his face.
With a condescending scrutiny.
Phoenix eyes swept over the hidden sentries around the factory.
On the second floor of the factory, Tanaka watched this scene through binoculars.
My scalp is tingling.
Something's wrong with this woman.
Too calm.
"What is she trying to do?"
Neither "wind" nor "thunder" answered.
Nie Qingcheng walked to the factory gate.
Stop walking.
She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
A dark figure descended from the sky.
With a muffled thud, it crashed heavily onto the concrete ground in front of her.
It was a person whose limbs were all severed and whose body was covered in blood.
From their tattered repairman's clothes and distorted faces, "Wind" and "Thunder" were instantly recognizable.
It is the "Ghost Hand".
"How could this be...?"
Tanaka's blood drained away, and his legs went weak.
The expressions of "Wind" and "Thunder" changed.
His gaze shifted from doubt to seriousness.
They looked at the woman in the red dress standing next to "Ghost Hand".
"I've brought the person back to you."
Nie Qingcheng's voice was transmitted to the second floor through a miniature loudspeaker.
"Now, it's your turn."
The words fell.
She moved.
There was no warning.
The figure left a red afterimage in place.
"Fire!"
The hidden sentries lying in ambush nearby frantically pulled the triggers.
Dense flames intertwined into a net, enveloping the red figure.
All the bullets missed their mark.
Nie Qingcheng strolled leisurely amidst the hail of bullets.
The dodge was perfectly timed.
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
Three muffled thuds.
The necks of the three best-positioned sentries were snapped by a pair of slender hands.
In the office on the second floor, "Wind" and "Thunder" had their pupils contract.
"monster……"
Tanaka's lips trembled.
"Not human."
The sound of "thunder" carried a sense of fear.
"Her movements, the angles at which her joints twist, are something no human can do!"
"Wind" drew a long, narrow samurai sword from his waist.
"Whoever she is, kill her!"
He kicked open the office door and jumped down from the second-floor corridor.
"Thunder" followed closely behind.
He now held a pair of metal knuckle dusters.
Two top samurai from the Sakura Kingdom flanked the red figure from the left and right.
Inside the villa.
The real Nie Qingcheng picked up her wine glass and drank the red wine in one gulp.
Her face was flushed with excitement.
"Hit them, hit them harder."
She watched "herself" wreaking havoc on the screen.
"Let them know what happens to any man who touches me."
The abandoned factory has been transformed into a battlefield.
"Wind" leaps from the second floor.
In mid-air, the samurai sword drew an arc, aiming straight for "Nie Qingcheng" at the back of the neck.
This strike employed all the skills of a lifetime.
The angle, speed, and force were all perfect.
"Thunder" bursts in from the other side.
The steps were heavy.
Each step left shallow footprints on the cement floor.
He used his specially made alloy brass knuckles to strike Nie Qingcheng's lower body.
A sweeping leg kick stirred up a gust of wind.
The two worked together seamlessly, sealing off all avenues for escape.
The red figure turned around slowly.
A faint smile remained on her face.
"clang!"
A piercing metallic clang rang out.
The "Wind" katana was precisely held between two slender fingers.
Index finger and middle finger.
Her skin, which appears delicate and fragile, is surprisingly firm.
No matter how much the "wind" propelled it, the blade could not advance an inch.
"What?!"
"Wind" widened its eyes.
The knife, forged from the latest composite materials, was blocked by two fingers.
Nie Qingcheng's fingers moved slightly.
"Snap!"
The samurai sword broke in half.
The immense force traveled down the hilt of the knife.
"Wind" felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth, and half of the broken knife flew out of his hand.
He was so shaken that he staggered back seven or eight steps.
On the other side, "Lei's" sweeping leg missed.
Nie Qingcheng leaped up on one foot.
The red skirt spun in an arc in the air.
The other leg came down from above and slammed down hard on "Lei's" head.
"Lei" abandoned the attack and crossed his arms to protect his head.
"Bang!"
A dull, loud bang.
"Thunder" felt an irresistible force pressing down on it.
The concrete floor beneath their feet cracked instantly.
His burly body was forcefully slammed to his knees.
"Ugh!"
A sharp pain shot through my arms.
A crack appeared in the arm bone.
A single glance.
One of the two warriors was wounded and the other retreated.
Nie Qingcheng, who was watching the game from the villa, clenched her fists excitedly.
"pretty!"