?Chapter 574: Her pursuers, more intent on a kill than a capture, aimed relentlessly at her head.


    Her survival instincts ring, Harlee recalled a simr, relentless pursuit during a covert operation in Gruinia aimed at dismantling a vast fraudwork.


    Could these be the remnants of that thwarted syndicate? Without allowing herself to specte wildly, Harlee focused solely on neutralizing her immediate threats.


    From her new vantage point, she managed to dispatch additional enemies, though they were learning and bing more evasive.


    As her scavenged ammunition ran out, Harlee stood resolute behind her cover, her gaze cold yetposed as the enemy continued their advance.


    Evaluating her surroundings for an escape, Harlee rose, weapon in hand, signaling her surrender by discarding her gun.


    Withposure intact, she addressed her would-be captors.


    Wouldnt your leader rather have me alive? Shooting me now seems rather wasteful, doesnt it? Really, you think youre someone special? the leading man taunted, his gaze locking on Harlee while the others trained their weapons on her.


    Yet, noticeably, no one made a move.


    The leading mans smile twisted cruelly as his eyes roamed over Harlee.


    A meeting with our leader isnt out of the question if youre ready to make amends with us first… Harlees expression remained neutral, yet her tone hinted at intrigue.


    Im open to making amends.


    With aposed stride, she moved from her cover toward the leader.


    LΑτ??τ chαρτ?rs ιn g????l????ov?l????.???????????? By now, around thirty enemies remained.


    One of them squinted suspiciously, cautioning, Dont let her fool you.


    Shes taken down half of us with her bare hands.


    Theres no way shes giving up now.


    Its a trap! The leading man, persuaded by his ally, pressed his firearm against Harlees temple and demanded coldly, Whats your angle, you filthy witch? Harlees calm facade cracked, her expression hardening.


    Im here to end everyst one of you! In a sudden move, Harlee reached for the gun from the leading mans grip.


    Yet, the leading man clung on, thwarting her attempt to snatch it away.


    With a swift motion, she mped his head and smashed it against a nearby vehicle.


    His nose shattered, blood streaming profusely.


    Harlees actions were rapid.


    She dodged their gunfire, leaving her assants dazed.


    In their confusion, shots were fired, missing Harlee entirely.


    Ah… A pained cry tore through the lot as Harlee, with precision, drove a knife into the leading mans crotch.


    The chilling scene widened the eyes of all who witnessed.


    His cries grew frantic, but Harlee showed no mercy, quickly snapping his neck and severing his head with a swift motion of her de.


    She flung the severed head aside disdainfully, watching it roll, leaving a bloody trail behind.


    The sight of the headless corpse and the detached piece of flesh left everyone horrified.


    They now saw Harlee as something monstrous, her swift, lethal efficiency surpassing even the most battle-hardened veteran.


    These men were mere criminals living off their leaders machinations.


    With him gone, they scattered, panic-stricken.


    The prospect of death was daunting, and the fear of being emascted before a brutal execution was even more terrifying.


    In the ensuing chaos and silence, Harlee coolly targeted three men, shooting them each in the knee.


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