"What the hell is happening outside? Why is someone attacking us?!"
"No idea! A car came charging straight at us—fuck! Where did that Rocket Shell come from?!"
"Get down! With this kind of firepower, could it be Warlords?!"
Vroom...
The beast-like growl of Frostplate riot-control vehicles came roaring in from afar, but arriving even faster were the rocket-propelled grenades streaking across the sky.
Nimoting leaned out and stood atop the vehicle. Casually raising her left hand, her forearm split apart and extended into a rifle, which she used to precisely pick off the fleeing White Fang Gang thugs.
"Agent Ya Wen's tracker was thrown somewhere around here. That Imperial dog is almost certainly among them. He can't have gotten far. Blow them up first, release the smoke, and trap him inside so he won't dare come out."
After suffering a loss at Li Aoz's hands last time—not only losing several vehicles but also letting him escape right under her nose—Nimoting had long since lost any interest in taking him alive.
Besides, the signal had stopped among these Outland bandits. It was practically certain that Li Aoz was among them.
"Maybe... these are the people the Empire hired to receive him."
The more Nimoting thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Under normal circumstances, who would be living comfortably in a civilized country, suddenly burn down a bank, and dive headfirst into the Mortal Purgatory that was the Outland?
Only spies would risk conducting intelligence handoffs in a place like this.
Gangs were decent hired muscle that cared only about money and profit. The Empire could use them without dirtying its own hands, and they were cheap and effective—perfect for receiving and escorting elite spies they had sent out.
"The Empire must have invested heavily! A spy who commands Aoneng