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Gobi, a strong wind blew.
Dozens of Field Operatives rushed into the accommodation, armed and ready, sealing off their living quarters. Dim lights flickered on in the dark hallway, footsteps echoed chaotically, and the crowd was tense and solemn. The atmosphere was stifling; everyone wore grim expressions. Battle-hardened as they were, they had been outsmarted by a mere girl. Not only was e furious, but Field Duty also felt embarrassed.
The lower floors had already been searched, revealing only a few companions of Field Duty. The only room left unsearched was e's. The Field Operatives instinctively kept their distance. Upon reaching the upper floor, they noticed that e's door stood wide open, with clear bloodstains visible at the entrance. At such a time, no one wanted to provoke the Blonde Woman.
e's face was cold as she walked toward her quarters under the surprised gazes of her team members. Fresh blood still pooled at the door, a significant amount. The sparsely furnished living room was in disarray; bloody footprints stretched from the kitchen to the hallway, and the wardrobe lay toppled in the corner, clothes scattered everywhere.
Usually noisy, e's room was eerily quiet today.
e's gaze turned icy as she deliberately avoided the bloodied footprints on the floor and strolled into the bedroom. She pushed the door open to find it empty; the bedcovers were still tossed aside as if someone had just gotten up to use the bathroom and hadn’t returned. The wardrobe was missing undergarments, and the dirty laundry basket held no combat uniforms. A medical kit lay scattered beside the sofa, with blood-soaked cotton pads strewn across the floor. The kitchen sliding door was ajar, with a trickle of blood flowing out.
e sidled over and gently pushed the door open. The weapons rack was in disarray; various firearms were strewn across the floor, a vent window shattered, and splattered blood marked the walls—clearly indicating a fierce struggle had taken place here.
Beside the storage cabinet lay Sister Jiu, face down in her nightgown, covered in blood with a tactical dagger tightly gripped in her hand. e’s expression remained impassive as she stepped around the pooling blood and slowly crouched down to turn Sister Jiu’s frail body over. Her body was already cold, her face frozen in an unusual expression; a dent marred her forehead where blood matted her hair against her cheek, and there was a deep cut on her neck that exposed bone.
e stood up and checked for missing firearms, scanning the kitchen with growing certainty.
Clearly, Yuan An had not seized the opportunity to escape after killing Gaoyang; she had driven away from the alley where Gaoyang had been killed and then returned on foot. Perhaps when she came back, there were no Field Duty members in the building or maybe she had quietly hidden in some corner until they left one by one before making her move.
The armed personnel's accommodation lacked surveillance and guards; after all, they were among the most formidable fighters in Gobi Desert and didn’t require protection. Unfortunately, this building housed more than just armed Field Duty members.
Yuan An returned to e's room while Sister Jiu remained inside. The specifics of what transpired during that time were unclear, but one could infer from the chaos within the room. Sister Jiu certainly hadn’t anticipated Yuan An’s sudden appearance after being taken away by Gaoyang last night. Whether it was a surprise attack or something else entirely, it was evident that Sister Jiu, whose combat abilities were already low, couldn’t withstand Yuan An’s assault.
However, Yuan An seemed to gain no advantage; the bloodstains in the kitchen were not from a single person, and Yuan An must have been injured as well. The two of them moved from the living room into the kitchen, both aware that there were weapons present, trying to use their strength to subdue each other. Yuan An might have been concerned about alerting the Field Duty upstairs, so she refrained from using her gun. After a struggle, Yuan An gained the upper hand and stabbed Sister Jiu in the neck with a knife. Then, she changed into the Field Duty uniform and left with a gun in hand.
Sister Jiu's body had already stiffened; she had been dead for at least some time.
"You know it."
A sudden male voice rang in her ears, causing Yuan An to feel a jolt of fear. She turned her head sharply and was startled to see a man standing behind the trash can. With his arm raised high and holding a long knife, he was clearly intent on killing her.
"Who are you?" Yuan An exclaimed, quickly backing away a few steps. But Yellow Dog was relentless, jumping into her arms and nearly knocking her over.
The man behind the trash can hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering his knife. "You are one of Roundabout's people."
"Roundabout?" Yuan An's mind was in chaos as she questioned, "I—I am... who are you?"
The man did not answer. After thinking for a moment, he sheathed his knife and extended his hand toward her. "Come."
The wind howled, lifting the cloak draped over the man and revealing a fierce face beneath.
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