Chapter 574: Chapter 574

Chapter 574:

Her pursuers, more intent on a kill than a capture, aimed relentlessly at her head.

Her survival instincts flaring, Harlee recalled a similar, relentless pursuit during a covert operation in Gruinia aimed at dismantling a vast fraud network.

Could these be the remnants of that thwarted syndicate?

Without allowing herself to speculate wildly, Harlee focused solely on neutralizing her immediate threats.

From her new vantage point, she managed to dispatch additional enemies, though they were learning and becoming more evasive.

As her scavenged ammunition ran out, Harlee stood resolute behind her cover, her gaze cold yet composed as the enemy continued their advance.

Evaluating her surroundings for an escape, Harlee rose, weapon in hand, signaling her surrender by discarding her gun. With composure intact, she addressed her would-be captors.

“Wouldn’t your leader rather have me alive? Shooting me now seems rather wasteful, doesn’t it?”

“Really, you think you’re someone special?” the leading man taunted, his gaze locking on Harlee while the others trained their weapons on her. Yet, noticeably, no one made a move.

The leading man’s smile twisted cruelly as his eyes roamed over Harlee.

“A meeting with our leader isn’t out of the question if you’re ready to make amends with us first…”

Harlee’s expression remained neutral, yet her tone hinted at intrigue.

“I’m open to making amends.”

With a composed stride, she moved from her cover toward the leader.

LΑτєѕτ chαρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝑛ovєl𝑆.𝗰𝑜𝗺

By now, around thirty enemies remained. One of them squinted suspiciously, cautioning, “Don’t let her fool you. She’s taken down half of us with her bare hands. There’s no way she’s giving up now. It’s a trap!”

The leading man, persuaded by his ally, pressed his firearm against Harlee’s temple and demanded coldly, “What’s your angle, you filthy witch?”

Harlee’s calm facade cracked, her expression hardening.

“I’m here to end every last one of you!”

In a sudden move, Harlee reached for the gun from the leading man’s grip. Yet, the leading man clung on, thwarting her attempt to snatch it away. With a swift motion, she clamped his head and smashed it against a nearby vehicle.

His nose shattered, blood streaming profusely.

Harlee’s actions were rapid. She dodged their gunfire, leaving her assailants dazed. In their confusion, shots were fired, missing Harlee entirely.

“Ah…”

A pained cry tore through the lot as Harlee, with precision, drove a knife into the leading man’s crotch. The chilling scene widened the eyes of all who witnessed.

His cries grew frantic, but Harlee showed no mercy, quickly snapping his neck and severing his head with a swift motion of her blade. She flung the severed head aside disdainfully, watching it roll, leaving a bloody trail behind.

The sight of the headless corpse and the detached piece of flesh left everyone horrified. They now saw Harlee as something monstrous, her swift, lethal efficiency surpassing even the most battle-hardened veteran. These men were mere criminals living off their leader’s machinations. With him gone, they scattered, panic-stricken.

The prospect of death was daunting, and the fear of being emasculated before a brutal execution was even more terrifying. In the ensuing chaos and silence, Harlee coolly targeted three men, shooting them each in the knee.

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