Intense Battle

Noah drove fast, making the old car feel like a racing machine.

Fortunately, it was nighttime, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the road.

Before he even arrived, he heard gunfire.

Noah's expression changed.

The shots had come from Caroline's direction!

With that thought, he opened the system while driving.

He created a large number of Corpse-Eating Insects.

However, the Corpse-Eating Insects created this time differed somewhat from the original version.

Each of them had a pair of wings on its back!

This was the result of his genetic upgrade to the Corpse-Eating Insects.

Upgrading the Corpse-Eating Insects had not been difficult.

In the past, he had merely been limited by his own insufficient resources, which was why he had been unable to carry out the upgrade.

But ever since taking control of Umbrella, he had used the company's resources to optimize the data.

To the researchers conducting the optimization, however, it was nothing more than a meaningless data model.

The ideal was appealing, but in practical application, there were too many constraints and far too much to invest.

Most importantly, the returns were too small.

But for Noah, theoretical support was enough.

The system could solve the practical difficulties quite effectively; it merely consumed a bit more.

But these were his trump cards!

A dense swarm of black Corpse-Eating Insects suddenly flew out the window, forming a black torrent.

Although these Corpse-Eating Insects were nowhere near as fast as his car.

On the other hand, they did not need to follow the roads when flying.

Caroline hid in a corner on the second floor, her heart beating a little faster.

She had already drawn her pistol.

But honestly, compared to her combat skills, which she took pride in, her marksmanship could only be described as laughable.

The gun in her hand was more of a deterrent to the enemy.

But she also knew this could not last.

There were too many enemies!

There were at least seven or eight gunmen, not to mention the people standing guard outside.

Even for her, it would be difficult to turn things around under these circumstances.

"Should I leave?"

Caroline wondered.

But she knew herself that escaping would not be easy either.

It would take the police at least ten minutes to arrive, and that was assuming the best-case scenario.

This was Hell's Kitchen, after all. She seriously doubted whether the police could arrive in time.

Now, she regretted making that call to her boss.

She might have put her boss in an extremely dangerous situation.

After thinking for a while, she made a decision. She could not keep waiting to die.

Hearing footsteps coming up the stairs, Caroline took a deep breath and tucked the pistol into her waistband.

At close range, compared to a gun, she still trusted her own hands and feet more in a critical moment.

When a gunman crept over, she pounced like an agile cheetah.

Her seemingly slender body revealed sleek, streamlined muscles at that moment.

Beautiful, yet no less powerful.

Before the gunman could react, she punched him in the waist.

The man screamed. Without pausing for even a moment, Caroline used a joint lock to clamp down on his neck.

With a fierce wrench, she strangled the gunman to death.

Just then, several gunshots rang out.

Her expression shifted slightly, and she quickly retreated.

Several bullets struck the ground around her.

"Damn it, kill her!"

One of the gunmen roared.

They had thought it would be a simple assassination job, yet three of them had already died!

The gunmen rushed at her.

Caroline gritted her teeth. The moment they charged up to the second floor, she turned and jumped down.

Run—she had to run!

She had no idea what was outside, but if she showed herself at the window, bullets would definitely be waiting for her.

There were only two gunmen at the front door.

It was dangerous, but this was her best chance.

The instant she landed, she burst forward at her fastest speed and struck one of them.

The two men panicked, their guns spitting flames without pause.

But at such close range, she had the perfect opportunity.

In an instant, she disarmed one of them, then swung back and killed the gunman.

At face-to-face range, even a novice with a gun like her had enough confidence to hit her target.

But in return, a burning pain flared through her thigh.

Her body tilted to one side.

She had been shot!

Caroline realized.

The gunmen who had just gone up to the second floor were firing at her nonstop.

Caroline's expression darkened as she quickly ducked into the kitchen.

But... it was over!

She knew perfectly well that trapped here, she had only two choices: jump out the window and get shot to death, or rush out and get shot to death.

Just then, a scream suddenly rang out from outside.

Caroline's heart stirred.

Someone had come?

Who was it—the police? Or the boss?

Immediately afterward, the screams continued.

"Ah, damn it, what are these things?!

Shoot, shoot!

Bastards, kill these bugs!"

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

The cursing went on without end.

Caroline was a little confused.

Before long, the gunfire fell silent.

Had they run away...?

Too fast.

Could it be a trap?

Caroline frowned and did not dare open the door.

She merely leaned against a corner of the kitchen, one hand covering the wound on her leg.

Her other hand gripped the gun tightly, aimed at the doorway.

Whether she hit anything or not, she could only leave it to fate.

Thinking of that, she secretly swore that if she survived, she would definitely practice her shooting.

The door creaked open.

Her nervous hand trembled slightly.

The door opened, revealing the young boss's somewhat boyish face.

Though he looked young, appearing at a time like this...

To her, the young boss was practically overflowing with male hormones.

She did not believe in gods, but she worshipped heroes.

At last, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Boss, I could really use some comforting right now."

Noah's face darkened.

Even injured, this woman still hadn't forgotten to seduce him.

He had noticed the wound on Caroline's leg immediately and ignored her teasing.

"Where's the first-aid kit?"

"Upstairs, in my bedroom," Caroline said.

Noah turned and left. Before long, he returned with the first-aid kit.

With practiced movements, he briefly cleaned Caroline's wound before wrapping it in medical bandages.

"Any leads?"

Noah suddenly asked as he wrapped the bandage.

Caroline let out a muffled groan. The pain from her injury was clearly no joke.

"Judging by the method, it was probably a gang, but it's hard to pin down which one."

Noah frowned.

"A gang?

Then the Irish Mob is the most likely possibility."

Because of Umbrella, he had offended quite a few gangs, but the one that had suffered the greatest losses was undoubtedly the Irish Mob.

Aside from the Irish Mob, there was also a strong possibility that it had been a gang under Kingpin.

After all, he had essentially seized Kingpin's business.

In fact, judging from their attack on Caroline, it was even more likely that Kingpin's men were behind it.

However, their operation clearly hadn't been a spur-of-the-moment decision.

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