2012, M Country
The night was thick, the afterglow of dusk flickered like a magnificent oil lamp, its light neither distinct nor brilliant.
Above a massive building, a helicopter circled before steadily descending.
The door opened, and a woman emerged. With a slender face, phoenix eyes, willow brows, and peach-blossom lips, she could only be described as "Peerlessly Beautiful."
Her figure was graceful, her curves lithe, and her long black hair, reaching past her waist, fluttered in the wind.
In the dark night, her black eyes seemed to reveal a gloomy stillness.
An arrogant aura enveloped her, making people wary and afraid to approach.
The woman unfastened a large, ring-like object from her waist. Her jade-like arm swung up elegantly, and a long rope shot upwards. *Thwack!* it embedded deeply into the highest floor of the steel building opposite.
On this side, she lightly crouched, following the already taut rope, then swiftly soared across to the skyscraper.
"This is it. My dear friend, this is YS, the headquarters," an extremely excited woman's voice transmitted into her earpiece.
*Crash!* The entire thick glass pane was shattered by a powerful punch, cracking like a fragile spiderweb.
"Oh! My dear friend, you're so violent! I bet YS is in for a nightmare tonight."
"My dear Qiao Qing, it's your turn."
Her willow brows arched, revealing excitement, carrying arrogance, wild ambition, and confidence. The woman proudly replied, "Let the show begin!"
YS, the largest global underworld organization, had headquarters with defenses so strict they could be called a copper wall and iron fortress. Equipped with firearms, ammunition, infrared sensors, and special operatives, every aspect was state-of-the-art.
At this moment, in the surveillance room, eight special operatives with serious expressions and grim demeanors had their eyes fixed intently on the surveillance screen.
Suddenly, the image on the screen flickered for 0.1 seconds.
One person widened his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Just now... What was that?"
The others asked doubtfully, "What?"
"It looked like a shadow just passed by."
The others scoffed, their faces clearly showing disbelief. "Who would dare break in here? You must have seen wrong."
"Uh... maybe I did see wrong."
On a large bed, YS's boss, Wei Sen, was getting up from a seductive blonde woman, his cold face no longer present now that his desires were satisfied.
Suddenly, a very faint sound reached him. This sound was short and soft, but for someone like him, whose blade had been stained with the blood of countless people, it was all too familiar, ingrained in his very flesh and blood...
It was unmistakably the sound of a pistol being cocked!
Damn it!
In an instant, the desire in his eyes vanished, replaced by a vicious, sinister gaze, and he quickly stood up.
But he had only managed to stand halfway when he dared not move...
A cold, hard object was pressed against the back of his head; a sudden shiver of dread rose from the soles of his feet, running up his spine and straight to his heart.
A gun!
A clear yet cold female voice came from behind him, and in charming, beautiful English, she teased, "Ah! Your reaction speed isn't bad."
The blonde beauty, still immersed in pleasure, suddenly heard the sound. She opened her eyes in surprise, then immediately stared in terror, letting out a piercing scream.
In an instant, a flash of light streaked past. *A soft gush!* Fresh red blood spurted from her mouth, her pupils dilated, and her trembling body collapsed onto the bed.
Fresh blood splattered all over Uy Sâm's face and neck. His body stiffened, and he swallowed hard. Trying to calm himself, he asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"
The woman behind him suddenly let out a soft chuckle. She took the Locker 17 she had been holding behind his head and slowly moved it in front of him.
Uy Sâm finally got a clear look at her. It was a face that, once seen, could never be forgotten. Like a goddess, she possessed a beautiful yet cold, noble yet arrogant demeanor that involuntarily stirred people's hearts.
Yet, she was enveloped in an aura of arrogance and dense killing intent, making her entire being seem like a grim reaper from the dark depths of hell. This gave her angelic face a strange, demonic quality.
The woman was like a queen, high above all others. She looked down at him with an air of death, her gaze icy and sharp.
Such a powerful woman made him, the boss of YS, feel terrified and pressured. A name immediately sprang to his mind, and in that instant, he felt as if the world was collapsing around him.
"You are..."
KING!
In the assassin world, no one was unaware of this myth, a legend that struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it...
She was skilled in wrestling, Muay Thai, karate, fencing, archery – there was nothing she wasn't good at.
She was proficient in firearms and ammunition; she could assemble any firearm in the world blindfolded and hit her target every single time.
She was a top-tier Ninja, highly skilled in martial arts. She could conceal her body and hide her presence, climb buildings and scale walls, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, capable of carrying out assassinations in any time or circumstance.
But her greatest and most formidable asset was her track record—she was a miracle. No matter how hard other assassins strived, they couldn't keep up with her. In 10 years of missions, her success rate was 100%; there was no mission she couldn't complete.
To this day, anyone she targeted had no chance of survival.
Her eyebrow arched, and her full red lips parted slightly. "You recognize me. Good, Uy Sâm. Welcome to hell."
"No..." Uy Sâm's eyes widened, a flicker of fear and despair appearing in them, followed by a look of desperate resolve, a madness that seemed to want to drag them both to destruction.
The Locker 17 fired. A bullet pierced his temple, blood splattered, the fresh red mixing with the white of his brain matter. He suddenly collapsed onto the bed, closing his eyes in utter unwillingness.
The woman's icy eyes remained unmoving. She pulled out the dagger plunged into the blonde beauty's throat, wiped the blood from it, and the woman's voice sounded in her earpiece again: "Oh! My dear Lãnh Hạ, you actually waited for that man to finish *it* before killing her. This old woman almost couldn't take it!"
The woman, named Lãnh Hạ, smiled nonchalantly. "That's right, Xiao Qing, that man was quite handsome, tall and charming."
"Ah, you must have been very pleased watching through the satellite, weren't you?"
"I'm your best teammate, and you're still teasing me!"
Just as Lãnh Hạ was about to retort, a sudden sinking feeling washed over her—*something's not right!* This was an intuition, honed from countless struggles on the brink of life and death.
Her face paled as she quickly scanned her surroundings. Suddenly, a cold, icy killing intent flashed in her eyes, her gaze landing behind Uy Sâm's corpse.
Beside the nightstand was a small button, and Uy Sâm's fingerprints were clearly visible on its surface.
Simultaneously, Qiao Qing’s anxious voice rang out: “Leng Xia, Wei Sen, in a moment of impulse at the very last second, activated the final security lock. Now all access points throughout the YS headquarters have sealed shut, and they are coming for you!”
“I’ll feed a false visual frequency into their surveillance cameras to misdirect them, and I’ve severed the power supply on the lower floor. You now have… 3 minutes! After 3 minutes, the power will restart, and by then, over a thousand YS personnel will come through elevators, floors, doorways, and even ventilation shafts to intercept you!”
“Your only way out is right now; get back as fast as you can!”
As Leng Xia listened, she simultaneously pulled out a black component. It danced rapidly in her hands, and in the blink of an eye, she assembled it into an automatic rifle.
The moment she saw that button, she had already predicted this scenario. Wei Sen must have intended to use that alarm device to threaten her, but he hadn't expected her to act so swiftly, without a trace of hesitation, denying him any chance to make his threat.
But even with this knowledge, nothing would change. She was the Assassin King; there was no one she couldn't kill, and nothing she couldn't accomplish. What difference did an alarm device make? The Assassin King never knew the words 'fear'!
She raised her head, gazing at the sky beyond the window. It was a beautiful night; the moon was picturesque, starlight shimmered, and in the distant city, countless lights sparkled with a jade-like brilliance, a dazzling array of colors.
Leng Xia's dark eyes showed not the slightest hint of worry. Instead, they held an almost audacious self-assurance, a disdain for the world, an unparalleled supremacy, and an air of regal defiance.
With an elegant motion, she loaded the weapon. Like a swift leopard, she sprang from the room.
Her calm, yet audacious voice replied: “Relax, don’t forget I am — KING!”