Crisis Strikes, Joyce's Moment of Death

But after hearing the harrowing sounds from Su Wen's side, Miner felt a little heartbroken:

"Sorry,

Mr. Kevin, we're too weak. We still can't help you much."

"It's already enough. What I believe in is your future.

And the future

is very long."

Su Wen spoke gently.

As Joyce obtained the Spacesuit,

and Qin led another group beneath the conveyor belt in the Dawn System to finish inventorying the clothing,

Norma also knew that the time was about right:

"The explosive placement points Mr. Kevin marked for me have all been confirmed.

We can detonate them at any time."

Everything seemed to be proceeding perfectly according to plan.

But at that very moment,

an unfamiliar, highly mature woman in black stockings quietly appeared not far from Joyce.

She wore a combat outfit resembling a uniform.

The uniform was predominantly black, yet it was not merely monotonous dark fabric. It cleverly incorporated sequins and fluorescent elements, glittering dazzlingly beneath the dim light.

What was more, the outfit clung tightly to her full, graceful figure,

tracing irresistible curves. Every detail revealed ingenious design and an ultimate pursuit of beauty:

"Look what I found. A few little kittens stealing things?

My, my.

So Mr. Rhine sent you props disguised as humans

to carry out such an important mission?

How utterly,

utterly boring."

A trace of contempt surfaced in her eyes.

She even could not help shaking her cascading wine-red curls:

"I've fantasized countless times about what an exhilarating sight it would be if I truly met Mr. Rhine."

At the sight of her appearance,

Joyce felt as if her entire body had been caught by some sort of danger signal system.

Even within the Commander System, countless red warning alerts began flashing:

``` WARNING!!!

WARNING!!!

High-energy combat individual detected. Commander, evacuate the battlefield