Deception

Daisy felt that her Vibration Radar still had flaws. When she ran long distances like this, there were too many objects to distinguish clearly. Her sight, hearing, and vibration sensing often became confused with one another.

From a reconnaissance standpoint, it was far inferior to Daredevil's superhuman senses.

"Quick, search over there!" Before she could study it further, a cacophony of voices reached her ears.

She tossed the unconscious tattooed man into the shadows of a corner, planning to interrogate him thoroughly later.

Daisy glanced around. There was an ordinary apartment building to her left. After taking two running steps, she leaped high, grabbed the eaves, then flipped herself onto the roof.

She drew her pistol and aimed toward the street corner.

Before long, a man with a mohawk entered her sight. Ordinary people instinctively watched what was ahead, behind, left, and right of them. Few ever thought to check whether there was an enemy above.

They were less than thirty meters apart in a straight line, but one was concealed in the darkness while the other stood out in the open. Taking advantage of that difference, Daisy gathered a small cluster of her power around her wrist. To ensure accuracy, she held the pistol in both hands, aimed at his head, and decisively fired.

At the sound of the gunshot, he instinctively raised his head slightly, but it was already too late.

With a dull bang, the bullet drilled through his left eye and exited through his brainstem. The mohawked man's limbs twitched twice before he went completely still.

Daisy quickly jumped to another rooftop. Her senses told her there were still two enemies.

The two men who had chased her all the way here met up again. Seeing their companion killed by a single shot, they grew flustered.

They swiftly backed away, drew their pistols, and warily scanned their surroundings.

Daisy watched them from afar and aimed several times, but she was not confident. A pistol's effective range was fifty meters, and its accuracy against moving targets was cut in half. She relied solely on her physical abilities and her power to assist her shooting; she was still far from being a sharpshooter.

She stayed quietly hidden without moving, while they kept firing in every direction, trying to find her.

Realizing that things were slipping out of control, the bald man hurriedly pulled out his phone.

Before the call could connect, a bang rang out. He only felt warm liquid running over the hand holding the phone. Realizing something was wrong, he immediately threw himself sideways like a starving dog pouncing on food, escaping the enemy's line of fire. Only then did he have time to turn around and see a gaping hole in his companion's forehead, blood spraying all over his hand.

He reacted with incredible speed as well. Rising to his feet, he fired several shots in the direction the bullet had come from. Bang! Bang!

Daisy returned fire. He had been prepared, and the distance really was too great. Luck did not favor her this time; the bullet grazed past the bald man's left arm.

The bald man finally spotted her position. She was on the roof! When had she gotten up there?

He hid at the corner of a wall and tried the phone, which had been washed in blood, twice. It would not turn on.

He angrily threw the phone away and kept his guard up as he watched the rooftop.

"We mean no harm. Madam Gao merely admires you and wants to talk," he shouted.

Daisy nearly laughed out loud. Did he think I was that stupid? The blatant hostility was right in front of me!

"Your shooting is really good. Is there some misunderstanding between us?" The bald man was somewhat afraid of her marksmanship. As he spouted nonsense, he studied the terrain around him, looking for a shortcut to rush in and fight Daisy at close range.

Little did he know, Daisy had the same idea. Her physique was nowhere near Captain America's. Could she get shot, lie down for ten seconds, and then get back up on her own? She did not have that kind of body. Luck was hard to predict—if he happened to fire a shot at her with his eyes closed, she would die an unjust death.

After sensing the bald man's location, she slipped down as well and waited for him in a corner.

The bald man held a dagger in his left hand and a pistol in his right, moving along the wall as his eyes darted everywhere. His breathing, however, was a little too loud.

Daisy pressed her left hand to the floor and activated her power.

What was beneath the ground? The bald man only felt the ground beneath his feet shaking wildly, the wooden floor creaking and groaning as his attention was instantly drawn to it.

An earthquake? The thought had barely surfaced before a gunshot sent him into death.

Daisy dealt with the enemy and tossed the empty pistol in her hand toward the bald man. He did not move at all. He really was dead.

She had not felt much before, but seeing the bloody scene up close now made her heart pound. She tried hard to imagine the bald man as a monster from a game and suppressed her nausea as she searched the body.

This guy was relatively well-off. He carried two hundred dollars, a Beretta 92F, and two magazines.

Daisy unceremoniously stuffed them into her pockets. That old hag Madam Gao had set her sights on her; having a gun would make her much safer.

She searched the other two bodies outside as well. One pistol was already out of bullets, while the other guy had not brought a gun at all. She tossed away the empty guns and looted their wallets. Daisy's total assets had returned to eight thousand dollars!

She picked up a wooden board from the ground and gave the tattooed man, who had initially been unconscious, a brutal beating.

Only after he had been beaten into a bloody mess did the tattooed man wake up.

When he saw the pistol plainly pointed at him, he froze.

Daisy asked, "Who sent you? Why were you following me?"

The tattooed man's eyes shifted as though he were searching for a weapon.

Daisy was a little angry. I'm pointing a gun at you! Was a woman really that little of a threat in his eyes?

A shot pierced straight through his foot.

"Talk!"

The tattooed man's face was full of viciousness. He endured the pain and seemed to want to stand up.

Daisy fired again, shooting through his other foot.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

The tattooed man clutched his feet and rolled around on the ground. When Daisy pointed her gun at his head, he finally gave up resisting.

"It... it was Madam Gao's order!"

"That old woman? I don't even know her."

The tattooed man glanced at her before hurriedly lowering his head.

"If your people caught me, how would that old woman deal with me?" Daisy continued asking.

The tattooed man's expression changed dramatically, and his entire body shook like a sieve.

Daisy pointed her gun at his forehead. Her meaning was obvious.

"If I tell you, you can't kill me!"

"I won't kill you. Talk."

"Madam Gao would most likely sell you to those rich people... or send you to work in her factories..."

Daisy understood most of it. Her face went pale with rage. That old bastard! This whole matter had nothing to do with those Japanese people. It had just been a chance encounter.

"Where does that old thing usually stay?"

The tattooed man quietly gave her an address.

"You said you wouldn't kill me..." The tattooed man feared that she would shoot him in a fit of anger.

"I won't kill you." Daisy's words sounded like heavenly music to the tattooed man. Before his joy could show, he saw a bullet growing larger and larger before his eyes until it pierced his skull.

"Remember this in your next life: never trust the words of a beautiful woman." Daisy showed no awareness that she had broken her promise. She put the pistol back into her backpack, left behind four corpses, and walked briskly away from the crime scene.