“Hahahaha! Valentina, what are you talking about?” Alexander laughed.“You’re clearly the most guilty one here! And now, without even a shred of shame, you point your finger at me? You really are a cunning she-wolf!”“So let her go!” Valentina shouted.“Then I might give you one last chance.”“Hahahaha! You think I’m stupid?” Alexander sneered.“Once I let this girl go, you or that husband of yours will still kill me, won’t you?”Alexander wasn’t wrong.The only reason Martin had wanted him alive was to find out where the serum came from.And now that every question had been answered, there was no reason left to spare his life.In other words, Alexander had outlived his usefulness.“Alexander.”Martin stared at him sharply—a final warning.“Don’t you dare come any closer if you don’t want this bullet to go straight through her head!” Alexander yelled.“I know you can block bullets with bullets. But you won’t be able to stop this one.”He pressed the muzzle of his gun hard against Gian

“What?”As Gianna sank into shock, Valentina showed the same expression—only with far greater intensity, as if she were staring at a ghost standing right in front of her.“I told you. I wasn’t sure your gun could hit me.”Martin held the pistol and casually angled the muzzle slightly away from his chest.His suit wasn’t pierced by a bullet. Not even scratched. His body, even more so, was completely unharmed.Just a few seconds earlier—right at the moment Valentina moved her index finger to pull the trigger—Martin had seen the absolute certainty on her face. She was convinced the shot would land.That certainty was precisely her mistake.Her confidence made her careless at the exact instant she squeezed the trigger.And Martin took full advantage of that lapse.With an extraordinary level of calm, he analyzed everything in a split second before acting.He raised both hands and deflected Valentina’s gun.The entire motion took an impossibly short span of time—just a fraction of a millis

“What?”Martin’s words struck Gianna like thunder, exploding in her ears.“If an agent like her fails to complete a mission,” Martin continued calmly,“then she’s the one who has to die.”Gianna didn’t want to believe what Martin was saying.But then her memory flashed back to a few days earlier—when a sniper from the Hunt3r group had been shot in the head after failing his mission to kill Martin.If Valentina failed to carry out her order… wouldn’t her fate be exactly the same?“No! That’s impossible!”Gianna shook her head violently. Denial was written all over her face.Only now did she realize why her sister had avoided telling the truth, why she never answered her questions.Because the answer would lead her straight into a dilemma she could never face.She couldn’t choose between Martin and Valentina.She would be forced to choose one—by allowing one of them to kill the other.Turning around, she wrapped her arms tightly around Valentina.“I don’t want to lose you. Ever.”“I kn

“Aaaaarch!”After letting herself cry her heart out for thirty seconds, Valentina let out a loud scream before wiping her eyes.“Okay, that’s enough sadness,” she muttered to herself. “Time to focus on what needs to be done.”Wiping away the last traces of tears, the sorrow on her face quickly faded, replaced by a serious expression. Her eyes sharpened as her mind began working.Gianna had made a tremendous sacrifice for her.This was not the time to grieve.She still had a few things to take care of before the police arrived.“Right,” she murmured. “I can’t leave any traces.”She placed both hands on her shoulders, her fingers hooking onto the clasps of her tactical bra.There was no one else in the living room of Alexander’s private house.She was just about to pull the clasps down when she suddenly remembered that Martin was still standing right in front of her.“Hey. Turn around. Now.”“What are you about to do?” Martin asked casually.“Just do it. No questions.”“Alright.”Martin

“Haha. Beneath that annoying attitude of yours, you’re actually pretty funny.”Valentina couldn’t hold back her laughter when she saw Martin’s expression.“Relax. Forget it. Just help me grab that bottle.”She waved her hand casually, then pointed at the bottle that had earlier reflected her body.Martin frowned for a moment.Wait… does she know? he thought.“Why are you just standing there? Hurry up and get it for me.”“Alright.”Martin decided not to overthink it as he handed the bottle to the girl.Crack!Using the grip of her pistol, Valentina smashed the mouth of the bottle until it shattered.With her left hand, she picked up a shard of glass and sliced her thumb.“Damn! That hurts.”She let several drops of blood fall onto the hole in the bra and the hole in the leggings.“Done. Everything’s finished now,” she said seriously.Even though Martin didn’t ask or say anything, he nodded.He understood what she was doing.So she’s trying to make it look like someone really shot her t