Back at the hotel, Juniper flopped onto the bed and yawned. "I think I''ll take a nap."


    "Tired?" Shanley sat on the edge of the bed, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. He smiled warmly. "You rest, then. I have some business to take care of."


    The Schwartz Group had operations in Moralia Country, after all.


    "Okay," Juniper said lightly, not bothering to ask for details. "Bring me back some dessert."


    "Of course," Shanley chuckled. His little foodie was easy to please. "Go to sleep. I''ll stay with you for a bit."


    Juniper obediently closed her eyes. Ten minutester, once he was sure she was asleep, Shanley quietly got up and left the room.


    The moment the door clicked shut, the warmth vanished from his face, reced by a chilling intensity.


    "Felton, have you found him?"


    "Yes, boss," Felton replied respectfully. "It seems Specter''s visit to Moralia was unnned, so his security wasn''t as tight as usual."


    "Get everything ready," Shanley ordered, his pace quickening.


    "Everything is in ce, boss. Men and equipment are ready," Felton confirmed. "We''re just waiting for Cybeic Shadows to give us a final position, then we can move on Specter."


    They would catch himpletely off guard.


    ...


    Meanwhile, in the hotel room, Juniper, who had been feigning sleep, threw back the covers the moment she saw Shanley''s car pull away from the hotel. She grabbed her backpack from the sofa, pulled on a baseball cap and a mask, and headed out the door while on the phone.


    "Alright, I''m on my way."


    Her Subterra Vanguard team was already waiting in the parking garage.


    "Specter!" they greeted her, bowing their heads respectfully as she appeared.


    "Give it to me,” Juniper said, sliding into the back seat and taking off her cap, her expression cold.


    "Yes, ma''am.” Baldy, her second-inmand, immediately handed her a duffel bag. "Everything is prepared as you requested."


    Juniper opened the bag. Inside was a set of ck tactical gear and a CheyTac M200 sniper rifle, one of the most urate long-range rifles in the world it was a clear sign she tended to end the Sigma Network leader for good.  s?novels


    She inspected the weapon, confirming it was in perfect condition, then quickly changed into the gear, tying her long hair into a bun and putting her cap and mask back on. With her casual, confident posture, no one would guess she


    was


    woman.


    “Boss,” another subordinate said, his voice tense. "We''ve tracked the Sigma Network leader''s location."


    Apparently, their target had also been searching for someone, which is why he had activated the Cybeic Shadows system within the country.


    "But the location is a bit remote," he said, turning hisptop screen towards her. "It''s


    an abandoned factory about fifteen kilometers from here."


    "That''s where our men were supposed to rendezvous," Baldy said, looking at


    Juniper in rm. "Boss, do you think he found us?"


    "So what if he did?" Juniper nced at the screen, then leaned back and closed her


    eyes. “He wants a direct confrontation? Let him try."


    Baldy and the other men exchanged nervous nces.


    "Drive to the factory," Juniper said, a slight frown on her face. "The Sigma Network team probably just arrived and is busy trying to track our movements If we gorow, the ming will be perfect."


    Her men''s eyes lit up in understanding. Of course. The hunter bes the hunted.