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Frenzied Exorcist
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"Zhi la!"
The piercing sound of brakes echoed from the winding, rugged highway, reverberating throughout the valley.
The Ferrari racing ahead roared like a woman's scream, frantically swerving as if it were trying to escape from the Grim Reaper, while the red Land Rover closely pursued behind, roaring like a vengeful spirit, relentless in its chase.
In the Land Rover, a woman with crimson lips wore a chilling smile. One hand gripped the steering wheel while the other swiftly assembled a firearm.
In just a few seconds, a half-height AK-47 was assembled in her hands. She loaded the chamber with a click, rolled down the window, and leaned halfway out.
Her long hair danced wildly in the wind as she raised the gun, aiming at her fleeing target. With eagle-like precision, she aimed for the tires and fired. The bullet shot out with a 'bang,' and with a loud pop, the tire exploded. The car ahead began to sway uncontrollably, as if dancing.
With a loud crash, the front of the Ferrari collided with the rocky wall at a bend in the highway. The intense impact caused debris to fall with a clatter, striking the hood and making ominous sounds as the severely damaged engine emitted thick black smoke.
"Hmph!" She stopped her vehicle, let out a cold snort, picked up her gun, opened the car door, and walked toward the man. The rhythmic sound of her high heels echoed on the pavement.
"Don't... don't come any closer!" The man inside the car turned his head and pressed his hand against her gun barrel, shaking his head repeatedly. "Lone Wolf, please... don't kill me... I can give you money—ten million, no, fifty million!"
Upon hearing this, she let out a cold laugh. The corners of her bright red lips curled into an elegant arc as she clicked her tongue and said, "Sorry, Chairman Zhou. If you die, all your money will be mine anyway. It's not just fifty million!"
With a bang, she shot him dead without a hint of mercy or hesitation, instantly ending his life. At that moment, a Porsche Cayenne drove up and stopped by the roadside. A man in his thirties wearing a black trench coat stepped out; he was He Qingming, the employer for this mission.
He Qingming held a cigar that emitted faint blue smoke. Underneath his thick eyebrows, his eagle-like eyes glanced at the corpse on the ground before revealing a sinister smile as he praised, "My Shirley is indeed impressive; no wonder she's famous in the assassin world as Lone Wolf!"
Xiang Xueer is her real name, twenty-five years old. She used to be a mercenary and after retiring, she became an assassin. It didn't take long for her to gain notoriety, earning the nickname: Lone Wolf.
People in the assassin world say that once Lone Wolf has set her sights on a target, there is no chance of escape. All the possessions of those she kills are thoroughly divided among her, and she is known for her ruthlessness and always working alone, which is how she got the title of Lone Wolf.
"Darling!" A charming smile suddenly appeared on Xiang Xueer's cold face as she walked towards He Qingming. The two embraced each other tightly. She slightly lifted her head, her seductive red lips moving closer, and they began to kiss passionately. Xiang Xueer turned around, wrapping her delicate hand around He Qingming's waist.
Suddenly, a shadow crossed the man's face...
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