Chapter 694:
âMr. Shaw, surely you know many people want you dead,â Allison replied, sighing as if it were the most obvious answer.
Still, she managed a weak laugh as she activated her voice changer. It dropped to a raspy male tone, then climbed to a high, pleading whine.
âI wonder,â she said mockingly, âwhat it is about that cleaner you like so much. Her face? Should I peel it off and wear it for you?â
Verruckt immediately recognized that she was using a voice changer to imitate someone else. Despite this, his mind betrayed him, conjuring a vision of Aliceâs face.
His heart raced, and for a moment, he even thought the assassin in front of him was the cleaner Alice. Their faces seemed to overlap, slowly transforming into Subject 001âs face.
Subject 001, after all, always made him lose control.
âYouâre really asking for trouble,â he hissed.
It was the opening Allison needed. In one swift motion, her hand darted toward his waist, snatching the vial with practiced precision.
With her prize secured, she shifted tactics, slamming her knee hard into his ribs.
âSorry, Mr. Shaw,â she said through gritted teeth. âIâm not dying today.â
The force of her strike elicited a pained grunt from Verruckt.
He staggered, his grip loosening just enough for her to break free.
She knew it wasnât safe enough now. She immediately threw a knife at him, forcing him to retreat further to avoid it.
Seizing the opportunity, she lunged at him, catching him off guard and knocking him out. Verruckt crumpled to the floor with a loud thud. Allison didnât pause to savor her victory. She spun on her heel, bolting for the door and slamming it shut behind her to ensure Verruckt couldnât re-enter the room.
Outside, Verruckt twisted and struggled, fury blazing in his eyes. He never imagined that he would fall victim to this womanâs tactics twice. But now, he faced an even greater crisis.
Having appeared unexpectedly in the high-security corridor, the defense system activated, and the infrared sensors immediately locked onto him, launching a barrage of shots. Whoosh, whoosh, whooshâ
Verruckt quickly flipped to dodge, narrowly avoiding being sliced in half.
âPerfect,â he muttered, a dangerous smile spreading across his face.
It had been years since heâd felt such a thrill. The stakes, the danger â it was intoxicating.
His eyes narrowed as he stared into the dark room. âYou canât escape.â
Allison sat in the corner of the room, tending to her wounds with hurried, shaky hands. Hearing Verrucktâs words, she didnât flinch. Instead, she calmly replied, âMr. Shaw, you should worry about staying alive before anything else.â
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