Inside the battleship's office.
Santana had no idea she had just skirted the edge of death. She merely looked at Kyle in the office chair with concern, waiting for his next order.
Kyle found it secretly amusing. The agents trained by the Soviet Red Room were indeed among the best in the world. From the Super Agent serum to the skills and qualities an agent should possess, they had it all.
Though Santana was only an agent trainee, there were few soldiers or officers in the entire U.S. military headquarters who could defeat her in a one-on-one fight.
And combat ability was only one aspect. Infiltrating and disguising herself as a timid, delicate American female military doctor was as easy to her as drinking water.
Unfortunately, she had run into him.
Kyle narrowed his eyes slightly. Santana's infiltration and disguise could be called flawless, but before the Card Draw Ability, they meant nothing.
No matter how meticulously she planned or how convincing her performance was, the bright blue Super Agent Ability Card above the back of her head exposed everything.
The office remained silent for quite some time. After taking a few sips of warm water, Kyle beckoned to Santana, who was standing there awkwardly, and said with a slight frown, "My head is a little dizzy. Do you know how to massage the head and shoulders? Give me a quick rub."
"Ah." Santana hesitated briefly, then nodded eagerly. With small steps, she walked around the desk and moved behind Kyle's chair.
She failed to notice the faint chill flashing through Kyle's slightly opened blue eyes as she passed by the chair.
The best opportunity for an assassination had been deliberately created. From here on, Santana's life or death rested entirely in her own hands.
Whether she might become a