Crownslayer Caught

A few days later.

Near Zhuang Xiaolin's pharmacy.

The orange-red-haired Lupo quietly arrived at a vantage point nearby.

Crownslayer had received a new mission: bring the person selling medicine capable of curing Oripathy back to the Reunion Movement.

Thus, after running without rest for several days, Crownslayer once again stood in Lungmen's slums.

Crownslayer, whose real name was Lyudmila, was a Reunion Movement officer skilled in infiltration and assassination.

Life for the Reunion Movement on the tundra was growing increasingly difficult, and so they had to seize a city as soon as possible.

Most Reunion Movement members were Infected. Thus, after discovering medicine capable of curing Oripathy, Lyudmila reported this major discovery to Talulah, the leader of the Reunion Movement.

Medicine capable of curing Oripathy was especially important to an Infected organization like the Reunion Movement. Particularly in the current tense situation, it would not be easy to reap the rewards without resorting to some forceful methods.

After learning this news, Talulah gave Lyudmila a new order: find the person selling the medicine and bring him back to the Reunion Movement.

This was not the first time the Reunion Movement had done something so forcibly acquisitive, but they should not have become like this.

Lyudmila was still dressed in a black robe, a dagger clutched in her right hand, her eyes fixed on the pharmacy ahead, where only a faint light remained.

Quietly crossing the small warning traps outside the pharmacy, Lyudmila knew those inside had some skill. Nearly every one of them carried powerful firearms.

Their counter-surveillance abilities were also top-notch, making it somewhat difficult to directly strike at their leader.

Therefore, even as someone skilled in stealth and infiltration, Lyudmila had to proceed carefully. After all, this mission was not an assassination, but a kidnapping.

Lyudmila advanced cautiously, fully unleashing the keen senses of a Lupo.

The two orange-red wolf ears atop her head twitched, raising her senses several levels. Any danger would be immediately detected, allowing Lyudmila to react in time.

But unfortunately, Lyudmila's instincts offered her no help this time.

Not far away, a scarlet mechanical eye stared motionlessly at the gray-robed figure before it.

In the distance, an OTs-03 semi-automatic long-range rifle was silently trained on Lyudmila, without leaking even the slightest trace of its presence.

And so, under the gaze of hunters who had long since laid their trap, Lyudmila stepped right into it.

Under the cover of hazy moonlight, Lyudmila quietly climbed up the pharmacy's outer wall. People usually used the second floor of a shop as their residence, at least when it came to a relatively independent two-story building.

This habit was common everywhere. Whether in Ursus, Dayan, or certain remote countries, many people lived this way.

Lyudmila quietly edged along the side of the building. Before a window, she slightly lowered herself and peered through it with one eye, observing the scene inside.

Inside was a bedroom, and a man lay on its large bed.

After examining him for a moment, Lyudmila realized that this was the target she had been looking for—Zhuang Xiaolin.

After looking around and finding nothing else unusual, Lyudmila quietly jabbed the edge of the tightly locked window several times with the dagger in her right hand.

With several soft clicks, the window lock was pierced straight through by the dagger. Lyudmila gently lifted the window, then crouched by the windowsill.

After looking over the room's layout and pondering for a moment, Lyudmila removed her military boots, revealing two tender pale feet wrapped in cloth. She then slipped into the room, moving furtively with catlike steps.

Her cloth-wrapped feet made no sound on the wooden floor. Everything was going just as Lyudmila had expected, and step by step, she approached Zhuang Xiaolin's room.

During that time, Lyudmila heard heavy breathing and the sound of someone tidying things downstairs, but those sounds conveniently concealed her movements.

With the target within reach, Lyudmila took out the rope she had prepared long ago, ready to tie up Zhuang Xiaolin, who was sleeping spread-eagled on the bed, and take him away.

However, the instant Lyudmila approached Zhuang Xiaolin, he suddenly opened his eyes. Death's Revolver, radiating eerie scarlet blood-colored energy, was pressed directly against Lyudmila's forehead.

Behind Lyudmila, Rook pressed the French Cannon against her back. Big Shield entered openly through the doorway, extending his shield to block Zhuang Xiaolin's side.

Trap Girl swayed out from a cabinet nearby, laying one animal trap after another in an even semicircle around Lyudmila.

At the window through which Lyudmila had entered, a DP27 light machine gun had long been waiting for her. In that instant, the hunters and prey had switched places.