Chapter 47: Another Female Assassin Joins

A few hours later, as night fell, Wang Kun followed the police’s route and successfully located the lair of the underground buyers. The place was an underground parking lot. Wang Kun silently approached the vicinity, observing the scene below from a vantage point.

Just then, a motorcycle entered the parking lot. Two people rode on it, a man and a woman, both wearing black helmets. The woman carried a backpack on her back. Once the motorcycle had entered the underground lot, the security guard outside placed a “Full” barricade at the entrance.

Seeing this, Wang Kun realized that the two who had just entered were likely Equator’s trusted subordinates. As time ticked by, the Hong Kong Island police quickly surrounded the surrounding streets. Soon after, a large force of officers stormed into the underground parking lot with riot shields.

Inside, the underground buyers immediately spotted the approaching officers.

“Cops incoming!”

Bang! Bang!

A hardened thug opened fire at the officers in the passageway, forcing those charging into the underground garage to halt.

Within the garage, Equator’s two subordinates exchanged a glance.

“Split up!” the man in the lead spat out, grabbing the backpack and quickly heading off in one direction. The female subordinate chose another path.

On the street outside, upon a tall building’s rooftop, Wang Kun continued to monitor the developments below.

Moments later, a voluptuous beauty with wavy hair and crimson lips quietly slipped out of the building with a crowd of civilians. Unbeknownst to her, her movements had long been noticed by Xia Tian, who was lurking in the shadows.

“Master, the target has left,” came the report.

“Keep following. Find a secluded spot and take her down,” came the reply.

“Understood!”

A few minutes later, the wavy-haired beauty left the crowd and hurried into a narrow alley.

Yet as soon as she entered, Xia Tian appeared before her. With a flicker, Xia Tian subdued the ferocious female assassin in an instant. At that moment, Wang Kun also teleported to Xia Tian’s side. Without a word, he swiftly activated a Deathsworn Card.

In less than a second, the wavy-haired assassin ceased her struggles. Xia Tian understood that at this moment, the once-deadly beauty had become one of their own.

“Zhang Yijun greets the Master,” she said.

Like Xia Tian, Zhang Yijun, though enslaved by the Deathsworn Card, retained her original personality and memories.

“Absorb this, then return and arrest Equator and your former comrades—hand them over to the police,” Wang Kun instructed, handing her a Black God Suit. Though her skills were formidable, she was still flesh and blood. Without protection, her task would be difficult, especially since her comrade was no weakling and Equator was cunning.

But with the Black God Suit, which could resist any conventional explosion or bullets, the newly recruited assassin Zhang Yijun could now attack without restraint. Not even holding a grenade to detonate it in her hand could harm her.

After accepting and absorbing the suit, Zhang Yijun quickly left the alley.

“Xia Tian, follow her in secret. Unless absolutely necessary, let her complete the mission herself,” Wang Kun ordered after Zhang Yijun departed.

“Yes, Master!” Xia Tian replied, disappearing swiftly into the alley.

On the other side, after failing to capture Equator’s other subordinate, the police found the super-bomb that had been discarded. In fact, Equator had deliberately had his man leave the bomb for the police.

This bomb was not yet armed—it required a Korean team member to input a security code to activate it. One had to admit, these people from “Stick Nation” were truly a liability; even the devices they developed were flawed. The bomb would arm the moment the security code was entered, which was hardly a safety confirmation and more like creating a hazard.

Meanwhile, the wavy-haired assassin had already regrouped with her former teammate at their prearranged hideout.

“How are you? Not hurt, I hope?” her teammate asked.

“I’m fine,” Zhang Yijun replied nonchalantly.

Moments later, taking advantage of her teammate’s complete lack of suspicion, Zhang Yijun drew her gun and fired several shots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Although she fired multiple shots, her aim was precise—none were fatal. She only disabled his hands and feet.

“You…” he stammered, incredulous that his old comrade would shoot him.

But Zhang Yijun paid no heed to his disbelief. She quickly bound him with rope, confiscated all his electronic devices, and ensured he could not warn Equator.

Elsewhere, the bomb left at the docks by Equator’s subordinate caused the police much anxiety. They immediately evacuated nearby residents. Then, several “Stick Nation” specialists, suited in protective gear, prepared to inspect the bomb for instability.

Their method of confirmation required connecting to their control center via network. Yet once connected, the bomb would be fully armed.

“Mr. Choi, your National Intelligence Service never informed us that confirming the device would actually activate it,” said Li Yanming, the crisis team’s chief, his expression grim.

“Officer Li, if we don’t connect, we can’t verify whether this is a counterfeit device. Connecting with headquarters poses no risk. If we can’t confirm its authenticity and it does get lost, the danger would be far greater,” the specialist explained hastily.

Hearing this, Li Yanming’s face remained dark, but for now, it seemed there was no other way to verify the weapon.

Just as Li Yanming was about to agree to the confirmation, his phone vibrated—a new text message appeared.

“The bomb is real. Equator’s goal is to have the Koreans arm the bomb. Also, Equator is right beside you—it’s Professor Zhao Zhiren at your side.”

Seeing this, Li Yanming’s eyelid twitched violently.

“Hold off on connecting. We need to confer before proceeding,” he ordered the Korean specialists.