52: Chapter 52 Decapitation Operation, A Deadly Strike in the Dark

He cursed viciously as he reached out with a trembling, fatty hand to grab the military canteen on the control console.

He wanted to moisten his throat, which was parched and burning from extreme terror.

Just as his fingers brushed against the cold canteen...

He suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness sweep over him from behind without warning.

It felt as if a piece of eternal profound ice had been pressed firmly against the back of his neck in the dead of winter.

Every hair on Zhao Kuang's body stood on end at that moment.

He was clearly alone in the driver's cabin, and the heavy alloy armored door was deadbolted from the inside.

Where on earth did this eerie, chilling wind come from?

As a warlord who had spent years living on the edge in the wasteland, Zhao Kuang's instinct for danger far surpassed that of an ordinary person.

He whipped his massive bald head around.

What met his eyes was not some terrifying mutant monster.

Instead, it was a pair of heterochromatic eyes—one blue and one yellow—glinting with cold, ruthless killing intent in the dim light!

"Who's there!"

Zhao Kuang was scared out of his wits by this sudden, eerie sight, and he roared out subconsciously.

A graceful young girl wearing a tight, semi-transparent combat suit with cat ears atop her head was somehow standing silently behind him.

Her small hands, clad in black tactical gloves, were reverse-gripping two high-frequency vibration daggers that emitted a faint blue glow.

"By my master's command, I have come to take your head."

An Ye's slightly lazy and husky voice sounded like the death knell of the Grim Reaper to Zhao Kuang's ears.

"It's that demi-human!"

Zhao Kuang reacted instantly. Wasn't this the crippled slave Su Chen had bought for an astronomical price at the auction yesterday?!

How could she possibly appear here completely unharmed!

This was the interior of a fully sealed armored train racing at a hundred kilometers per hour!

There was no time to think about the illogical nature of the situation.

A strong desire to survive caused Zhao Kuang to explode with all his life's potential in an instant.

"Go to hell! You stinking bitch!"

Zhao Kuang let out a terrifying roar like a cornered beast.

The S-rank talent [Mad Blood Tyrant] within him was fully and thoroughly activated by the stimulation of life and death!

Visible high-temperature blood-colored steam surged out from the pores all over his body like a fountain.

His already burly frame expanded by an entire size within a mere half-second.

His shirt was shredded by his expanding muscles, revealing knotted muscle blocks as hard as dark red granite.

Thick veins, like small snakes, coiled hideously over the surface of his body.

His eyes turned blood-red, and his strength and physical defense soared to an incredible and terrifying level in an instant.

"I've torn apart Silver-rank mutant beasts with my bare hands! Why would I fear a useless remnant kept by a man?!"

Zhao Kuang swung a blood-colored iron fist the size of a millstone, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom that threatened to tear the air apart.

He smashed it ruthlessly toward An Ye's delicate and beautiful head.

If this punch truly connected, even an alloy armor plate several centimeters thick would be smashed into a deep crater.

However...

Facing this earth-shattering strike, An Ye didn't even blink her long eyelashes.

She merely curled her lips into a contemptuous sneer on her breathtakingly beautiful face.

"Too slow. As slow as a turtle crawling in the mud."

Just a microsecond before that massive blood-colored iron fist could touch the tip of her perky nose...

An Ye's figure underwent an eerie, blurry distortion in the air.

The advanced exclusive divine skill of [Shadow Stealth]—Shadow Short-range Teleportation—was instantly activated!

Zhao Kuang's heavy and violent punch merely shattered the afterimage An Ye left behind in vain.

"Bang!"

The sturdy alloy control console was smashed to pieces by his punch, with sparks and shattered parts flying everywhere.

Before Zhao Kuang could recover from the momentum of that massive force...

An Ye's graceful and explosive body had already appeared to his right like a phantom in broad daylight.

Her long, beautiful legs, encased in the tight combat suit, kicked off the metal floor.

She leapt into the air as light as if she had no weight, aligning herself perfectly with Zhao Kuang's massive head.

"Vrrr—!"

The high-frequency vibration daggers, modified by Su Chen's magical hands through [Omni-Modification], emitted a terrifying high-frequency cutting sound enough to rupture an ordinary person's eardrums.

An Ye crossed her hands into a Reaper's cross.

The two daggers, like two bolts of eerie blue aurora lightning, instantly sliced through Zhao Kuang's thick neck without any resistance.

Squelch!

Zhao Kuang's proud, S-rank [Mad Blood Tyrant] absolute defense state, which could withstand shell fragments...

Before these modified daggers fused with Silver-rank materials, it was as laughable as a hot knife cutting through soft butter.

The blood-colored muscles as hard as steel and the thick cervical vertebrae reinforced by his talent...

Failed to provide even a millisecond of resistance or delay.

The high-frequency vibrating blades perfectly and elegantly severed the trachea, the carotid arteries, and the central nervous system.

Pshhh—!

A jet of scalding blood over two meters high erupted from the smooth, flat stump of Zhao Kuang's neck like a soaring fountain.

The glaring blood instantly dyed the small ceiling of the driver's cabin a shocking crimson.

Zhao Kuang's bald head, covered in rolls of fat, flew high into the air under the impact of massive cardiovascular pressure.

Within those bulging, blood-red eyes, the ferocity and grimace from the moment he threw his punch a second ago still remained.

But at this moment, in the deepest depths of those pupils, extreme terror, confusion, and incomprehensible despair were completely frozen.

Even in death, he couldn't understand...

Why this cat-eared girl, who was a dying cripple yesterday, possessed such logic-defying, terrifying speed and insane lethality.

An Ye performed a graceful backflip in mid-air, avoiding the spraying, foul-smelling blood like an elegant spirit cat.

She reached out her slender hand, clad in a black tactical glove.

With great precision, she grabbed a handful of the sparse, greasy hair on Zhao Kuang's head in mid-air.

Then...

She didn't even have the inclination to spare another glance at the massive, headless corpse as it crashed to the floor.

A dense, deep shadow mist surged around her body once more.

With a soft 'shush' sound...

An Ye's seductive figure, along with that ugly head whose eyes would not close, disappeared completely.

They vanished from the driver's cabin, which was now filled with a thick scent of blood.

The flagship train, having lost its operator, continued to surge forward for a distance due to inertia.

Ultimately, due to the track's curve, it smashed violently into the canyon's rock wall.

Accompanied by a deafening roar and soaring flames, it turned into a pile of burning scrap metal.

Meanwhile, inside Su Chen's luxurious master bedroom...

He had just leisurely lit his second specially supplied cigarette.

A ripple-like distortion appeared in the void of shadows ahead.

An Ye's explosive and alluring figure manifested out of thin air once again.

From the moment she received the order to her return with the head...

The entire thrilling decapitation process had taken less than ten short seconds in total.

Clean.

Swift.

Without a single trace of unnecessary movement, it was a perfect interpretation of the ultimate aesthetics of assassination.

"Master, here is the trophy you requested."

An Ye walked up to Su Chen with utmost submission.

She knelt on one knee on the expensive pure wool carpet.

Holding Zhao Kuang's head, which was still dripping thick blood, in both hands, she raised it high above her own head.

Within those blue and yellow heterochromatic eyes, there was a fervent expectation, longing for her master's praise.

Upon seeing that bloody and hideous head, Chu Qingxue's beautiful brows furrowed slightly, but she endured it without looking away, maintaining the dignity of a head steward.

Liu Ruyan, on the other hand, approached with interest, her high heels clicking.

"Tsk tsk, the cut on this neck is as smooth as a mirror."

"The physical destructive power of these high-frequency vibration daggers is a hundred times more precise than the laser scalpels on my operating table."

Liu Ruyan's peach-blossom eyes were filled with curiosity and fervor for unknown biological data.

Su Chen didn't even spare a glance at the garbage-like head.

His appreciative gaze merely fell upon An Ye's small face, which was flushed with a charming red glow from the recent intense killing.

He nodded with great satisfaction.

"You did an excellent job, my little wildcat."

"This shadow blade of yours is even sharper and more lethal than I imagined."

Hearing Su Chen's generous praise, An Ye's black cat ears stood up in excitement.

The long tail behind her swept back and forth happily on the floor, and she even let out bursts of uncontrollable, joyful purring.

Su Chen reached out and took the head, tossing it directly to Liu Ruyan like a broken rubber ball.

"Take it to your research lab and study it well."

"See if you can squeeze some inspiration for gene-strengthening potions out of this idiot's brain."

Liu Ruyan beamed as she caught the ugly head.

Swaying her plump and alluring water-snake waist, she walked into the adjacent Life Science Research Carriage with great charm.

Su Chen looked back at An Ye, who was still kneeling on the floor.

He extended a strong arm and pulled up this top-tier assassin, who exuded fatal temptation.

His large, hot hands unceremoniously climbed onto her slender, supple waist, freely feeling its incredible flexibility.

"As a reward for this decapitation mission..."

"Tonight, I allow you to stay in this master bedroom and serve me in bed personally."

An Ye's originally cold and bloodthirsty face instantly turned red all the way to her translucent earlobes.

Her heterochromatic eyes were filled with shyness and uncontrollable excitement, and a coquettish moan, sweet to the bone, escaped her throat.

"Thank you for your supreme grace, Master. An Ye will certainly do her utmost..."

Meanwhile, in the Death Valley outside...

The continuous sound of gunfire and artillery had gradually died down.

Atop the cliffs, the remaining forces of the Iron Blood Alliance, who had originally intended to hide behind cover and put up a desperate struggle...

After witnessing their boss's flagship crash into the rock wall and trigger a massive explosion...

The last shred of hope and will to resist in their hearts completely collapsed and dissolved.

"The boss ran away! The flagship crashed into the mountain!"

"Zhao Kuang must have died inside too. We are completely finished!"

Panic spread through this group of thugs, who usually acted with impunity, like an uncontrollable plague.

As they looked down in terror and saw the [abyss roarer] below, which appeared like an invincible demon god—