Chapter 199


    Bryce was smug as he exined, "You don''t drink much, do you? This is a cocktail, a mix of several


    liquors. It''s easy to get drunk if you''re not used to it."


    The other leaders joined in, but Teddy had a sense of urgency in his eyes. Idiots, they had been


    warned about the danger but they were not doing anything about it. Wait, he was feeling a bit dizzy


    too?


    Meanwhile, Rosie and Cooper were getting further away from the celebration, ending up in front of


    a rumbling diesel generator.


    Cooper lifted his leg and relieved himself on it. After holding it in all day, that felt good.


    “What are you doing?” A man’s voice suddenly echoed from behind.


    Rosie turned around, giving him a sweet smile, "Sir, I drank too much water and now I need to pee."


    The man was too far away and the lights outside the field were dim, so he didn''t see what Cooper


    was up to.


    Rosie ran to him, "Can you tell me where the restroom is?"


    The man had been stuck on guard duty, missing out on the feast. He was rather annoyed, but the


    sight of the cute girl improved his mood, "Need to use the restroom? I''ll take you."


    As he reached out to take Rosie’s hand, he suddenly copsed.


    Rosie was now holding a gun - after countless practice sessions over two years, her muscle


    memory was perfect. A shot rang out, hitting the man right between the eyes.


    The gun had a silencer, so it didn’t make a sound. At the same time, the rumbling generator, now


    doused in Cooper''s urine, exploded, plunging the entire field into darkness.


    In the split second the lights went out, Rosie was at the field gate, taking down the two guards with


    her gun. Quickly, she grabbed the keys from their bodies and took cover behind a weapons cab


    with Cooper.


    Back at the celebration dinner, Bryce was taken aback by the sudden darkness but quickly


    recovered. He pulled out his gun and started shooting at Jasper and Ste, who were immediately


    on their feet.


    Ste had ducked under the table and put on her night vision goggles the moment the lights went


    out. When Bryce had used up his magazine, she darted to another location and fired several shots


    at the leaders. She didn''t aim for their hearts. That would be too easy for them.


    The gunshots caused panic throughout the ce, and the wine and beef contained powerful


    sleeping pills. Tattoed men had eaten a lot and quickly became dizzy and fell over.


    Some ate and drank less, so the drugs hadn''t fully taken effect. They were wandering around like


    headless flies. Ste didn''t bother with them, she quickly left the operation with Jasper, and met with


    Rosie and the dog, who were hiding behind the weapons cab.


    Thankfully, Bryce, the coward, had confiscated all weapons from his men. Otherwise, this would


    have been a lot harder.


    Using the cover of darkness, Ste collected the weapons and hid them in Arcadia.


    With the guards taken care of, she and Jasper waited for the reinforcements from the outer posts.


    Sure enough, footsteps could be heard approaching. Wearing night-vision goggles, Jasper took


    them down. One by one, they fell.


    Ste and Jasper waited for a few more minutes, letting the potent sedatives in the food and drinks


    take full effect. Finally, judging the situation safe, the group donned bulletproof vests, armed


    themselves, and entered the field.


    The scene was in chaos - tables overturned, food and drinks everywhere, and men lying


    unconscious as if they were dead.


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    Ste pulled out nylon ties and they started to bind the men, arranging them in a row like drying


    radishes. As for Bryce and the other leaders, they were injured and bleeding, but the powerful


    sedative had taken them down. She bound them tightly.


    Once everyone was secure, Ste took out a backpack sprayer full of mixed gasoline and diesel


    fuel. She sprayed it over the unconscious men, paying special attention to Bryce and his men,


    soaking them thoroughly.


    Ste stepped on Bryce''s wound, pressing hard.


    Bryce woke up with a scream. Dragging over a chair, Ste sat across from him and smiled, "Bryce,


    how are you doing?"


    Bryce''s head was throbbing, and he felt like he was floating in mid-air.


    Upon realizing he was soaked in gasoline and tied up, he went pale, stammering, "Wha...what are


    you doing?"


    Ste didn''t answer. Instead, she pulled out a bomb and forcefully strapped it to him.


    Bryce turned pale with fear, "Don''t joke about this. We can talk things out."


    "Bryce, I''m not joking." Ste smiled at him, "You were so fearless when you ordered your men to


    bomb our 18th-floor base, weren''t you? And when you drugged our drinks and set up roadblocks to


    rob and kill, you all seemed so excited. Why is it that when it''s your turn, you''re scared like a little


    child? Bryce, you''re the leader here. You can''t be the one to chicken out."


    "No, no, no, there''s been a misunderstanding. Please, let''s talk about this." Bryce begged, "I


    apologize for my actions. We can negotiate, just give me a chance to live."


    She knew he was afraid of dying, but she did not expect him to be this terrified. Ste got up to


    leave, "Bryce, enjoy yourst moments of freedom and, yourst moments of fear. When Ie


    back, it''ll all be over."