Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
She was like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
The organization had nurtured her for so many years, only to raise a scourge!
“I call this one ‘One Step Down’? Mirabella improvised a name, smirking at the dozens of defeated men lying haphazardly in front of her. It seemed like the organization wasn’t as formidable as they thought.
Carol was stunned by Mirabella’s intelligence. Just by mixing two drugs together, she’d produced such a potent effect.
How did she manage that?
The weary masked man quickly pressed a button on his wristwatch, and soon, a squad of loyal operatives appeared at the door.
They seemed like they’d just arrived from the Underworld, each exuding an intense chill. The cold wind from the window poured in, sending shivers down one’s spine.
Upon seeing this group, Carol’s eyes dimmed slightly. She knew that today could very well be her last.
She glanced at Mirabella and said quietly, “You go first.”
She’d provide cover for Mirabella.
Mirabella merely arched an eyebrow, “Finally, some useful help?”
“They’ve received special training from a young age, impervious to poison and invincible to weaponry.”
They were also injected with all sorts of drugs, their muscle strength and power far exceeding than that of a regular human.
Carol’s current skills were honed through countless battles with these freaks from a young age.
Of course, she suffered numerous injuries in the process.
Because these men had “indestructible bodies”, blades struggled to pierce their skin. The toxins within their bodies were complex, making them seem less than human. Even their complexions were an eerie, sickly green.
“Take him away.”The ‘him’ Carol referred to was naturally Clark.
If the organization had dispatched this group, it meant they were close to finding Mafia Flame. It wasn’t safe for Clark to stay here. He needed to return to his homeland. The sooner, the better.
“He must be taken away.” Carol lunged at one of the operatives first, “Now’s the chance.”
But her strikes and moves seemed to merely tickle operative 1107.
1107 stood still, unmoving like a statue.
After Carol had attacked seven or eight times, he retaliated with a swift punch.
With just one punch, Carol stumbled backward, clutching her stomach in pain.
Mirabella quickly supported Carol. She had clearly seen the speed of the man’s punch. It was indeed faster than both of theirs, even the force of it was stronger.
Realizing the severity of the situation, Mirabella whispered, “What’s their deal?”
“Over the years, they’ve been injected with all sorts of drugs.” Carol gritted through the pain, “They’ve become monstrous, half-man, half-ghost, unrecognizable”
They were like emotionless puppets, only knowing how to complete their tasks and never giving up until they do.
“Do they have any weaknesses?” Mirabella asked again.
“After all these years of fighting them, I’ve yet to discover any.”
Mirabella looked at the thirty-odd eerie individuals before her and felt the pressure mount.What she didn’t expect was more reinforcements to arrive.
As far as the eye could see, the crowd was a sea of black, like soldiers sent by the Grim Reaper.
The organization was pulling out all the stops, determined to bring them back.
“Mirabella, find a way to escape.’ Carol straightened her frail body despite the pain, whispering, “I’ll hold them off for a while. You help me get him away.”
Looking at the dense crowd before her, Mirabella replied, “There’s no way out.”
Carol knew the chances were slim, but what if there was a chance to escape later?
“I won’t leave you behind.” Mirabella added, “I wouldn’t be able to face Clark if anything happened to you, let alone your Dennis.”
So what if they were just a bunch of half-human, half-ghost monsters?
She pulled out a slender stick from her bag, extending it to about a yard long.
“Tasers won’t work on them.”
A single remark from Carol stirred a series of ellipses in Mirabella’s mind.
Was this being truly a hybrid of man and specter, impervious to electricity?
How did they sustain themselves in routine?
How did they follow orders?
There had to be a vulnerability somewhere.
Where was it?
Meanwhile.
After watching the video, Clark could hardly conceal his excitement, having dialed Mirabella’s number seventy-two times already.
Nearly draining the remaining battery on Mirabella’s cell phone.
The more Mirabella failed to pick up, the more his heart fluttered with concern and anticipation for their return.
Earlier, he saw a video Bella sent him. Carol discovered his supposed ‘death’. The disbelief and deep sorrow in her eyes were sufficient proof of her love for him.
This love was even more profound than he had imagined.
Moreover, hearing about his “tragic death’ at her hands, Carol’s eyes were filled with anger and hatred, clearly upset and distressed.So Carol cared about him so much behind the scenes!
When Mirabella suggested finding another man for Carol, Carol disdainfully stated that even if she went through the entire world, she wouldn’t find another him.
What a high appraisal.
Carol declared she didn’t need or want that.
That meant she only wanted him, only him.
Believing him to be “dead”, despite being poisoned and physically exhausted, she still gave everything to seek revenge for him.
Clark was deeply moved, his eyes welling up with tears.
All the pain, torment, anxiety, and self-doubt brought about by their breakup in the past year.
All dissipated after watching this video.
Bella came up with a method to expel the poison from Carol’s body, allowing him to see and hear Carol’s true feelings.
Without a doubt, this clever and resourceful girl was like a treasure to him!
He had to reward her properly later on!
But why wasn’t she picking up his calls??
Clark couldn’t help himself and dialed the seventy-third call.
Could it be that her phone was on silent, she was sleeping, and didn’t realize he was calling?Or, were they in danger, and she was too occupied to answer his call??
With these thoughts, his heart fluttered in anxiety. He glanced at the time, and it was past five in the morning.
The dark, stormy night he was pounded on his heart, making him increasingly uneasy.
Recalling the video, where Carol questioned Bella’s identity, he decided to properly introduce Bella to Carol later.
His dear sister!
Mirabella!
Seeing him pacing back and forth in the living room, his assistant Donald nearly got dizzy. He couldn’t help but ask, “Clark, don’t you want to take a break?”
“Has Bella contacted any of you??” Clark asked anxiously.
“No, not at all.”
Why would the boss contact them? The boss didn’t need to report her whereabouts to them unless there was something she needed them to do.
“Do we have to wait till noon.”
Clark had already learned from Romeo that his sister would return at noon.
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