Chapter 186

The surveillance drone had circled the warehouse for three straight days. Vivian Laurent noted every guard's shift rotation in her notebook, even counting how many times they chewed during meals.

"Shipment moves out tomorrow! Stay sharp!" Scar Lowell ran a finger along his facial scar, scanning the perimeter with hawk-like intensity.

One thug sneered around his cigarette. "Those military cowards wouldn't dare show up."

Twenty armed men patrolled the compound. Infrared sensors glinted under moonlight while surveillance cameras rotated in seamless arcs.

Perched on a tree branch, Vivian flexed fingers around silver needles. At precisely 7 PM, she pressed the detonator.

BOOM—

Flames erupted from the southeast corner. Smoke laced with odorless knockout gas engulfed half the warehouse.

"Breach!" Five guards charged toward the explosion only to collapse mid-stride.

Scar drew his pistol. "Second team! Gas masks on!"

Seven figures advanced in tactical formation. Vivian smirked, severing a rope with a flick of her wrist. White powder snowed down, neutralizing the filters instantly.

Tranquilizer darts found their marks. As the last guard dropped, Scar's radio crackled to life.

"Come in? Hello?" Static answered. His eyes bulged when a slender figure emerged from shadows.

Moonlight outlined the girl's silhouette. She kicked aside discarded weapons, her black combat suit emphasizing lean muscle.

"Goodnight." Vivian pulled the trigger just as Scar recognized the starlight in her eyes.

Every alarm in the warehouse died simultaneously. Security feeds froze on a lone figure inspecting the arsenal, surrounded by unconscious bodies.