CHAPTER 96: Hera's last mission
There were countless people in the large room where they collect important data. However, the middle-aged man could feel the coldness of this person's gaze, which sent a shiver down his spine. When he turned his head, his eyes landed on a woman leaning her back against the wall.
The woman had her arms folded, watching them as if she had been there from the beginning. Yet, no one seemed to have noticed her. Her dark red lips curled up into a smirk the moment their eyes met, wearing black clothes underneath her black and long coat.
The man had been the chief of this building and organization for over two decades. Thus, even if there were several hundred resident workers in the building, he knew when someone was bad news.
This woman was bad news.
"That took you some time, chief," the woman, Hera, broke her silence.
As soon as her seductive voice left her lips, everyone's heads turned in her direction. Surprise instantly appeared on everyone's faces. The woman was undoubtedly a beauty. With such sophisticated beauty, one wouldn't forget her face. That was why... they instantly knew this woman was an intruder.
But how?
How did she get into this room when there was only one entrance and exit?
No, not just that! This room was highly secured that only the people with a pass could enter. It was the place where the most important information was held, after all. Even the people who had passed would go through multiple checks going in and out.
In other words, for them, if there was an intruder, the last place they could reach was this room. If this woman was truly an intruder, then the danger and urgency of the situation just rose to the highest level.
"Haha! What's with the look on your faces?" Hera chuckled in amusement and with a snap of a finger, countless guns were pointing in her direction.
"Who are you!?" the chief's voice rumbled down his chest, not blinking.
"I'm... no one." She maintained her alluring smile, unfazed by the weapons aimed at her. "My... what a scary situation. Please put down your guns or someone will die."
The chief and everyone's hearts thudded at her last remarks. "Hah! Someone will die? And who do you think that'll be?"
"Me, obviously." Hera laughed while the chief's face darkened.
"Are you messing with me?"
"No, I'm serious. If you keep those aimed at me, someone might accidentally pull the trigger and kill me!" Hera sighed, peeling her back from the wall as she unfolded her arms. She raised both her hands to the side as a gesture of surrender. "So please, don't kill me because if you do, you'll anger the craziest people you wouldn't wish to meet in this lifetime."
The chief kept his eyes on her without lowering his guard. His people didn't listen to her pleading as well, keeping their guns aimed in her direction. It would be foolish for them to trust anything she said, given she had infiltrated the headquarters without a hitch.
"I'm unarmed," she added before the corner of her lips curled up.
RING! RING!
The sound of the phone ringing echoed louder with the pin-drop silence in the room. Everyone glanced at where the sound was coming from, only for them to end up staring at the chief. The chief carefully felt his phone inside his suit, answering it without looking away from the intruder.
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