The Idol Star of the Female Assassins

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Glock instantly appeared in Lake's hand, and then he instantly flicked it towards the woman standing at the doorway.

The woman at the door also drew her gun instantly, and the silver pistol burst into flames.

But...

Lake's bullet wasn't aimed at the woman at the door. Instead, it took a perfect arc, circled around the woman, and then with a bang, it pierced the head of the man lurking suspiciously on the other side of the wall.

Anna's bullet did the same.

With a bang.

The bullet tore through the air, instantly hitting the small forest across the road. A muffled sound came, followed by the sound of someone falling.

Karen and Betty were stunned.

Lake narrowed his eyes, turned his head, and shouted for Karen and Betty, who had snapped out of their shock, to run towards the house. He himself turned, firing two shots with both hands.

Adrenaline surged.

Buzz!

In an instant.

In Lake's world, everything became incredibly slow.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Both guns fired instantly, head-shotting the three assassins who had emerged from the small forest.

"Watch here."

"..."

Lake turned and said to the woman standing at the door, who was wearing a wig and had legs that seemed two meters long. With a click, a magazine was reloaded into the Glock 17. He expressionlessly walked towards the forest on the other side of the road.

Defense was never his strong suit.

He was only good at one thing: offense. Offense was the best defense!

As for why he trusted the woman?

Intuition, perhaps.

After all, this woman had come out of the room. If she had wanted to harm Karen, she would have done so long ago. So there was only one possibility.

This female assassin was not an assassin at this moment, but a bodyguard.

It's just...

He hadn't heard from Ross that Karen had been in any trouble recently.

Lake thought this as he slowly walked towards the forest on the other side of the road, the Glocks in his hands constantly spitting fire, one bullet after another being dropped instantly.

Trying to outgun me?

Heh.

You're three thousand years too early for that.

"Bang!"

"Retreat!"

"Too late."

Lake heard a voice from the forest and sneered. The Infinite Edition Glock in his right hand fired directly.

Bang!

The bullet tore through the air, whistling. In a crescent moon-like arc, it directly hit the person who had spoken, not aiming for the head, but for his knee.

Ah!

Along with the sound of falling, came the scream of the assassin whose knee had been shattered and who had fallen to the ground.

Lake walked in expressionlessly.

In the distance.

The roar of an engine, and a black SUV sped away.

On the ground.

The assassin, dressed in an unknown suit, flipped over and glanced at Lake. Then, he bit down hard, and with a muffled sound, the assassin's eyes widened.

The next second.

Splat.

The assassin died with wide eyes, all signs of life gone, falling to the ground with blood flowing from his mouth and nostrils.

"Agent?"

"CIA?"

Lake raised an eyebrow, making his judgment directly.

It was simple.

Whether they were Meituan killers, franchisee killers, or crowdsourced killers, they all became killers for one reason: money.

Who would be a killer if they weren't getting paid?

So...

No matter what kind of killer they were, as long as there was a glimmer of hope for survival, even a 0.1% chance, they would fight to live rather than commit suicide to protect secrets.

You couldn't expect much loyalty from a killer who was all about the money; that would be unrealistic.

But agents were different.

Especially agents trained as killers were even more different. Only people like them would choose suicide to prevent their secrets from being revealed during interrogation if their mission failed.

It wasn't that they didn't value their lives, but that they had been brainwashed.

So...

Lake was certain these people weren't from the CIA, but rather from foreign intelligence agencies similar to the CIA.

Of course.

Lake could be wrong. The assassin world was vast, and most of his experience was with those from New York. The skin color of an assassin couldn't determine their nationality.

However, there were very few assassin organizations that committed suicide directly upon mission failure. When you thought about it, there were only a handful worldwide.

They exited the woods.

Arlington County police cars had already arrived. Upon seeing Lake, the county sheriff quickly signaled his subordinates to lower their weapons.

"Lake."

"Sheriff Porter."

Lake shook hands with Sheriff Porter, who had been a sheriff here since childhood and had now settled down in the area. "Five people escaped in a black car. The others are in the woods. I'm going back to check on Karen, and then I'll come to the station to give my statement."

Sheriff Porter gave an "OK" and waved to his men. Several young officers cautiously advanced towards the woods.

All police departments were essentially one big family.

The FBI might not have a good relationship with local police departments because they weren't the same entity, but the relationship between local police departments was quite good. After all, they were all regional and didn't have any conflicts of interest.

Sheriff Porter naturally knew where Lake worked now, and since Lake said he would come to give his statement later, Sheriff Porter didn't press the issue.

Lake walked towards the house.

He entered.

"Click."

"Do you want to put your gun down first?"

Lake glanced at the silver-haired woman who had emerged from the side, aiming her gun at him, and asked, "The Continent, the Organization, or a freelancer?"

Hearing the gunfire outside cease, Karen, who had emerged from the safe room, saw the situation. "Anna, put the gun down. He's my son."

Anna glanced at Lake and put away her silver pistol.

Anna?

Lake muttered the name, frowned, and opened his memory database, searching for information on this woman named Anna.

She was a killer.

And a female killer at that.

After a moment.

Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Anna. "The Anna who toyed with the KGB and CIA half a year ago?"

Anna snapped her head towards Lake.

Lake couldn't help but chuckle.

This Ms. Anna was a legendary figure, at least, she had held the top spot on the assassin world's real-time popularity list until six months ago.

After all...

Over the years, it wasn't as if no one had played games with the KGB or CIA.

Going back several decades, Black Widow Natasha Romanoff had toyed with the KGB, and she might have even been the first person to do so.

Others had played with the CIA, but... they had died.

However...

Someone who had simultaneously played with both the KGB and the CIA, from the inception of both organizations to the present, was only Anna, who stood before him.

Black Widow might have achieved immortality and pushed her physical capabilities beyond normal human limits.

But apart from those two aspects.

This legendary female assassin, Anna, completely outshone Black Widow.

PS: Anna - From the movie "Anna," a top female assassin who played with both the KGB and CIA. If the KGB and CIA were princes, Anna was the one who ultimately ascended the throne and became emperor.

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