"Mercy? What kind?" She pretended to ponder over the idea when in reality, her eyes were scanning the men advancing towards her.

Just then, she realized the weird stance they were in and the expression they were trying to hide. Although it was barely noticeable, she saw some of the men's eyes flicker between her and the boxes that surrounded her. Was that why they were so wary? In the corner of her eye, she deduced that the lids on the crates were only placed haphazardly and that from where she was standing, she could easily reach out to get the contents.

"I'll have less of my men share you." While he answered her, he gestured to his men to spread out and approach her from all sides. Capturing a woman was usually easy, but this woman was unpredictable and slippery.

"Really? That's the best you got?" She asked and suddenly placed her hand into the crate.

He panicked upon seeing that and screamed, "Grab her!"

He was not aware whether she knew how to use a gun, but those crates were definitely not empty. It was still filled with unused firearms.

Zhao Lifei felt the familiar hard plastic graze her fingers and she immediately knew what it was. She roughly yanked it out as shredded paper fillings fell on the floor.

A slow and dangerous smile spread on her lips upon seeing the Mark XIX pistol. She marveled at the beautiful gun before her, breathing out in astonishment. She ran her fingers over the beautiful metal piece.

A dark chuckle left her lips. This fight hasn't even started and she already won.

But one gun wasn't enough. While they all rushed to grab her, she had felt around the crate and realized it was filled with an assortment of firearms. Judging from the gun she had pulled out, most were probably fully stocked with ammo. Wonderful.

She succumbed to the darkness she had grown accustomed to fighting. She was now on autopilot. Her eyes glazed over the minute her finger unlocked the trigger, and she allowed the beast within her to take over.

WHOOSH!

Her left ear twitched, picking up the sound of a bullet flying straight towards her. At the last second, she had managed to tilt enough that the bullet only grazed her skin before going right through the thin metal wall behind her.

Her foot moved on her own, guiding her away from the bullets that were headed towards her. Closing her eyes, she breathed in deeply before firing the first shot. She felt as if her entire body was a machine in itself, dodging every bullet and weapon while she aimed at them.

BANG!

Screams reverberated throughout the warehouse. One of the men grabbed his leg in pure agony, collapsing onto his knee and while his guard was down, a bullet flew into his forehead. A clean and instantaneous kill.

It took merely ten minutes for the entire warehouse to light up with sparks, the smell of gunpowder permeated the air. The men who were previously surrounding her dropped like flies. More bullets pierced through the air, each shot a straightforward kill that left no room for mercy.

Duck. Shoot. Duck. Duck. Shoot.

BANG!

Duck.

BANG!

Like a frenzied monster freed from her chains, Zhao Lifei shot without hesitation. Each bullet was able to land perfectly on the target.

The bloodlust in her eyes was terrifying.

One would think she was a trained killer instead of the wealthy and frail heiress she was previously known for.

Her aim and speed were incredible and although she never strayed far from the gun-filled crate, not a single movement has gone to waste. The combination of her footwork and marksmanship was incredibly deadly. They had never seen a woman wield a gun and truly turn it into a weapon for mass murder by herself.

"Pistol at five o'clock. Sniper at two." She muttered to herself.

A bullet whirred past her once again, missing her body. She was ready to blast the Mark XIX on her hand towards five o'clock, but the gun only made clicking noises.

No more bullets.

She had been pulling out loaded Mark XIX pistols from the crate while tossing the empty ones at the side. This time around, she managed to pull out an assault rifle. Unlike the Mark XIX that was easier to use for precise shots, she had less control over assault rifles. It uses up bullets too quickly and if one couldn't match the intensity of the different rounds of bullets fired all at once, they would be blown backward due to the recoil of the gun.

She dug her foot into the ground and hid behind the wooden crate. She breathed in deeply and exhaled through her mouth just as she took the daring decision to begin firing randomly.

The first bullet grazed past the leader who dodged in time but that didn't mean the bullet had stopped moving. It struck the man right behind him.

"MA HONG!" The leader roared, turning around to face his fallen brother. His knees wobbled at the sight of blood pooling around his lifeless brother. He was the same man that had slammed Zhao Lifei's forehead into the floor repeatedly.

"BROTHER HONG!" The sniper was distracted by the death of his longtime partner and this was his first mistake. The second was leaving his defenses wide open. Before he could even start grieving, a bullet flew straight into his skull, coming out the other side.

Twenty-eight down. Two more to go. She thought to herself and aimed her assault rifle to where the pistol wielder was at. But he was gone. When she shifted around, she realized she too had let her guard down.

BANG!

A bullet flew towards her, seconds away from landing into her skull. She gasped. Although she hurriedly dodged, the bullet still managed to deeply graze the side of her neck, blood instantly flowing from the wound.

She had been moving too fast which had caused the earlier wounds from her body to bleed profusely. Her adrenaline has started to die down, and her vision began to spin from the blood loss.

She gritted her teeth and knew she couldn't afford to lose focus. Another round of shots was fired at her, but it felt like her eyes saw the bullets in slow motion. The fire spark came from three o'clock.

BANG!

She had managed to dodge and shoot another headshot. The man collapsed onto the ground and instantaneously a pool of blood formed around him.

The entire warehouse floor was covered with the blood of the fallen. The mixture of gunpowder smell and iron were pungent enough to clog her nose. Her eyes were apathetic and hazy as she nonchalantly glanced at the dead bodies littering the room. To her, they were nothing but sacks of flesh and bones. This scene felt all too familiar. It was something she had gotten used to witnessing on a daily basis for two years of her life.

"Ma Hong..." The leader sniffed, falling onto his knees as he cradled the head of his lifeless brother.

"Twenty-nine down." She muttered under her breath. She had entirely succumbed to her hidden beast. She stalked the pathetic leader who was threatening her earlier.

"One more to go." Her voice was airy and cold. Her own voice didn't sound familiar to her. And this wasn't her, but the demon she had kept hidden at the back of her mind. Now the demon had been let out, and she doesn't know if she can contain it again.

She lifted her assault rifle, her finger hovered over the trigger as she placed the barrel a few inches in front of the crying man.

Before she got around to killing him, tens of men flooded into the warehouse, each one of them wearing protective gear. They were led by men holding bulletproof shields followed by the others who wielded a variety of weapons.

Helicopters whirred in the air just as the entire warehouse was surrounded by cars, more armed men climbing out of it. The car headlights from outside had filtered inside the warehouse, as well as the helicopter light through the window on the roof. The sudden blast of light forced her to cover her eyes.

Despite the chaotic sound of hundreds of footsteps coming from all directions, one pair of footsteps stood out in particular. This one was heavier than the others. She felt his overwhelming and authoritative presence before she saw his face.

She felt her heart drum in anticipation of the familiar aura that was stalking closer and closer to her. She removed her hand and her heart skipped a beat when she saw him.

Walking in his full glory, long legs that seemed to stretch for miles, his suit jacket blowing in the wind, hair swept to the side, was the man she had fallen in love with — the same one who refused to leave her brain at any given second. Her heart calmed. With him here, she felt safe.

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