Millennium Witch

The two sides then separated. Donnell and Reese, carrying the key they had taken from Cyborg, began taking turns checking the room, while Yvette and Cromwell headed for the stairs and went upstairs.

Following Miss Nameless's instructions, Cromwell calmly maintained a distance of about five or six meters behind, keeping his footsteps low while observing his surroundings.

But just as the two reached the next floor, they suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps, as if someone was rushing up the stairs from below, heading straight for them.

We've been discovered? Cromwell was taken aback. He saw the nameless woman look up and stare at something, casting a light spell. He looked over and saw a tiny, extremely well-hidden camera pointed at them from the corner. It would have been very difficult to notice under normal circumstances if the light spell hadn't dispelled the darkness.

“We’ve been spotted. Be careful.” Yvette warned, a little surprised herself. She then remembered that this place was without internet; all the cameras weren’t connected via the kind of network connection found in big cities, but rather by physical cables.

This rudimentary setup eliminated her ability to hack into the network. Not only could she not use the cameras to observe the human trafficking gang inside the hideout, but the traffickers also noticed the two uninvited guests coming up the stairs immediately.

However, it was clear that despite their surprise, the traffickers did not consider this beautiful and slender girl to be a great threat. They only sent two henchmen with stun guns, probably mistakenly believing that a prisoner had escaped from one of the cells.

With malicious smiles, two young thugs walked up the stairs one step at a time, their strange chuckles echoing in the quiet stairwell.

"Hello, little beauty~" the underlings greeted them, but before they could finish speaking, a flash of silver-white lightning struck the two of them, making them twitch on the spot.

Meanwhile, the camera in the corner started emitting black smoke and went completely silent.

Since everything happened in an instant, Cromwell barely had time to react to what was going on. By the time he came to his senses, the two human trafficker henchmen were already dead, a speed that left him somewhat astonished.

This is the strength of Miss Wuming... He clicked his tongue in amazement, thinking that this was too fast. If there were no automatic defense field, relying solely on reaction, there would be no time to defend against it.

No wonder she was confident in capturing the leader here; it turns out her techniques were already so sophisticated and swift that she really did have a good chance of success.

Using life magic to pull one of her underlings back from the brink of death, Yvette interrogated him, "Where is the boss here? How are your living quarters allocated?"

The henchman froze for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening and shook his head in terror, saying, "No...don't kill me! I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything...the boss lives on the top two floors...we usually live downstairs..."

I see. It must be the higher-ups with more advanced cybernetic modifications upstairs. They can just jump down to get down anyway, so they're more focused on having a wide field of vision... The ordinary henchmen live on the bottom few floors, blocking the exits to prevent the victims from escaping...

Yvette drew her conclusion.

She then asked, "Who is the strongest person here?"

The younger brother was bewildered, staring blankly at her, thinking, "How would I know?"

Cromwell, standing to the side, suddenly spoke up: "The most powerful one should be our leader, 'Dead Eye' Bryce, followed by our second brother, 'Black Sword' Ocassi, who is his second-in-command. As far as I know, they are both incredibly strong."

As an undercover reporter, this was some intelligence he had gathered in advance.

Evie nodded, then unleashed another bolt of lightning, burning her newly revived underling to a crisp before continuing uphill with a tense Cromwell.

Strangely, she didn't walk fast; in fact, she seemed to deliberately slow down, as if she wanted to appear in the other party's camera surveillance.

The reason is actually quite simple—she wanted to be conspicuous and attract enough attention so that Donil and Rhys, who were still on their mission, wouldn't be noticed by the human traffickers, and she could also pull more monsters along the way.

It's best to keep a low profile for now, gather the monsters together, and then clear them out more easily. What if you're too aggressive from the start and scare them all away?

Cromwell was terrified, thinking, "My goodness, can you hurry up? If you keep going like this, we'll be surrounded!"

Even if you have the strength to defeat "Black Sword" Ocasio or "Dead Eye" Bryce, you'd still need a blitzkrieg, a quick, single-target attack, right? Why are you being so slow? Are you worried they won't have enough time to prepare?

Less than half a minute later, a commotion came from upstairs. Apparently, the human traffickers at the hideout took the matter seriously after noticing their underling's disappearance and sent a high-ranking official.

Meanwhile, on the seventh floor, where they were currently, there was also some movement in the corridor. Many of the human traffickers who were supposed to be resting there seemed to have been urgently woken up. They got up, cursing and swearing, and were heading towards the corridor.

These were about a dozen human traffickers armed with magical equipment, and several powerful cyborgs approaching with heavy steps. Among them, the leader might be one of "Black Sword" or "Dead Eye"!

Looking at the nameless woman standing at the entrance of the building, seemingly indifferent, Cromwell's heart pounded, and a sense of regret welled up from the bottom of his heart.

He thought to himself, "I should have known better than to come up here with this crazy woman. In such a suffocating situation, how could she still be strolling around so leisurely? Isn't that suicide? What on earth is she thinking?"

It's better to stay down there; maybe Doniler and Reese will take this opportunity to run away...

The second update will be a little later, before 12 o'clock!

Chapter 102 "Black Sword" Ocasio

Considering all the possibilities that might arise in a moment, Yvette glanced at Cromwell and gestured for him to move further away.

Actually, he wasn't in that much danger. After his two underlings died, their identification badges were removed and hung around his neck. As long as Yvette attracted enough attention, no one would notice Cromwell, this unfamiliar newcomer, for a while.

"Oh my God, what a beautiful little girl, where did she come from!"

"No wonder the boss suddenly called us over. Could it be that his treasured items have escaped?"

"So...so beautiful...Boss, if you get tired of playing with it, can you share it with the brothers?"

"I don't know, but I'd be willing to give up five years of my life just to have this experience."

Amidst conversations that were sometimes playful, sometimes amazed, and sometimes lewd, a dozen human traffickers swarmed over, surrounding the silver-haired girl in her elegant black dress.

Having made preparations, the human traffickers here were armed, including but not limited to more powerful runic guns, stun batons, and some melee weapons and clubs for dealing with ordinary people.

But none of them made a move, because at the entrance of the upper stairwell, a burly black man over two meters tall had appeared. He was clearly not a cyborg who had undergone mechanization, but rather one who had taken the rune-based elixir route, and he was covered in a layer of black armor that looked like organic matter, clearly the bio-armor of a Scale-Shedding Creature.

Behind him stood four cyborgs with obvious mechanization modifications, like four ruthless fighting machines, the gun barrels on their arms gleaming with a chilling light.

Upon seeing the silver-haired girl, the black giant's helmet seemed to liquefy, splitting open to reveal a square face. He sneered, "Which mage has graced us with their presence? Why didn't you announce your arrival?"

"Are you 'Black Sword' or 'Dead Eye'?" Yvette asked.

The person was wearing high-quality bio-engineered clothing that easily costs tens of millions on the black market, something that ordinary human traffickers or gangsters could not possess.

If an ordinary person wore such a bio-engineered suit, they might be able to defeat a stage-three elite aberration without taking any damage.

Therefore, it seems that the other party is most likely one of the two highest-ranking individuals here.

“I am ‘Black Sword’ Ocassi.” Ocassi narrowed his eyes. He felt that this female mage was definitely not simple, as she could appear in the “Transfer Center” without anyone noticing. He became slightly more vigilant.

But then I thought, no matter what, the other person is just one person, and this is my territory, so it would be really difficult for anything unexpected to happen.

He immediately said dismissively, "Grab her."

The reason for capturing rather than killing was not only out of curiosity, but also out of pity. After all, this silver-haired girl was a rare find in terms of appearance alone, and with her popular status as a mage, she could easily fetch an astronomical price on certain markets.

It would be nice to keep it for myself.

As he spoke, four cyborgs raised their guns and aimed them at the silver-haired girl, seemingly warning her to give up and not struggle.

The human traffickers around immediately moved closer, trying to pin the silver-haired girl to the ground. Some of them had shifty eyes and probably wanted to take the opportunity to grope her.

Yvette stood still, seemingly oblivious to her impending doom. Meanwhile, Cromwell, hiding nearby and disguised as a human trafficker, screamed inwardly, "I knew it! I knew this would happen! Why did I have to be so reckless and risk my life?"

Just when everyone thought she was about to give up, suddenly, intense lightning and scorching winds appeared out of nowhere and swept away everything around her, as if creating an inescapable storm of thunder and fire in the narrow corridor!

Ocasio's expression changed drastically, and he and the four cyborgs took a few steps back. Thanks to the magical barrier and the fact that they were on the edge of the spell's area-of-effect attack, they were not injured.

But the underlings fared much worse. They didn't have such good defensive equipment. Amidst the flames and lightning, they screamed in agony, as if they had been thrown into an oven. They struggled and collapsed to the ground, turning into charred remains.

A moment later, the heat and thunder dissipated, and the aroma of charred meat, accompanied by a deathly silence, filled the corridor.

Cromwell below was stunned. Given the sheer number of the other side, he thought the nameless lady was about to surrender, but he never expected that she would wipe out all the human traffickers in the room in an instant!

What a terrifying power this is?

Was she really this fierce?

The "Black Sword" Ocasio and the four cyborgs opposite her were also dumbfounded. They all had undergone cybernetic modifications or possessed advanced bio-armor, yet even so, they couldn't have killed so many people so easily... How did she manage to do it?

"Fire! Quickly!" Ocasio shouted in shock and anger as he came to his senses.

A dazzling beam of light shone forth, and countless magical elements converged, transforming into a scorching fire dragon that hurtled towards Yvette. This was a high-purity fire elemental spell, far surpassing ordinary flames. Its temperature was so high that it could completely melt steel, and it also contained pulse effects, making its physical impact formidable.

Four fiery dragons intertwined, covering the spot where the silver-haired girl stood. Theoretically, no carbon-based life form could withstand such high temperatures and impacts, which reassured Ocasio somewhat. However, there was one thing he didn't understand: why didn't she dodge at all, as if she were naturally slow and unresponsive?

Did they not realize it yet?

But soon, a dozen seconds later, as the firelight dissipated, a scene that shocked Ocasio appeared. He saw the silver-haired girl standing there unharmed, not a hair on her head, and not even her clothes were dirty!

How could this be?

……

However, while everyone was shocked by Yvette's performance, she herself felt a little uneasy after taking a hit in the face with fire.

She could have actually dodged, but in that instant, she suddenly felt that it would be too pathetic and lack the demeanor of a master, so she chose to stand still and rely on her crimson armor to take the hit.

The results are in, and she felt it was a huge waste of more than ten points of magic power for no reason.

Was I being a bit too reckless? This isn't something a cautious person should do, is it?

After giving herself a serious internal critique, Yvette adjusted her mindset, abandoned her arrogance, and looked at "Black Sword" Ocasio and the four cyborgs beside him with a more composed gaze.

At this moment, the five people were stunned by Yvette's performance and were unsure whether they should continue fighting or start negotiating a peace talk.

But they just started shooting without even saying a word. Isn't it a bit too late to start peace talks now?

However, before Ocasio could make a decision, the next second he saw the silver-haired girl raise her hand and pull out an elemental blade formed from lightning, which was constantly twisting and deforming, from a runic ring that lit up beside her.

As she made this movement, a strong wind howled through the corridor, and an overwhelming sense of oppression rushed in, making Ocasio feel somewhat breathless.

Of course, Yvette had her reasons for doing this; she wasn't just trying to show off. She was worried that using too much power in her spells would damage the building and endanger the innocent prisoners.

Moreover, she felt that her melee skills were sufficient to deal with these guys, and it would also be a good opportunity to get back into the swing of things, lest she forget the technique after not engaging in melee combat for too long.

Then, she calmly looked at the "Black Sword" Ocasio and the four cyborgs in front of her. Just as she was about to draw her sword, she saw the five of them turn around at the same time and retreat in a panic towards the upstairs.

……

While a fierce battle was raging on the floors below, "Dead Eye" Bryce, the manager of this transfer center, was leisurely smoking a cigarette in his office, scanning the blacked-out surveillance screen with his prosthetic eye that flashed red light.

The transit center they were in was owned by a group called the "Ghost Hand Society" in the border region of the Rustbone Free State. The leader, nicknamed "General," was a very mysterious figure who rarely appeared. However, he had good relations with Fusjiang and many other border city governments, and also cooperated with the Holy Spirit Church. The neighboring New Eden government had organized several secret counter-terrorism operations, all of which were thwarted by them.

In the Ghost Hands organization, Bryce belongs to the second tier in terms of hierarchy, meaning he's a high-ranking executive second only to a general. However, the Ghost Hands organization has many transit centers and fraud parks, so from this perspective, Bryce, as the local supervisor, is just one of many supervisors and doesn't have much access to the core of power.

Bryce casually exhaled a smoke ring, seemingly unconcerned about what was happening at the moment.

He didn't know who the mysterious girl was, but he had observed her closely. She didn't have any equipment and seemed more like a clueless newbie who had wandered in.

With his second-in-command "Black Sword" Ocasio handling it, it should only take a few minutes to take them down.

Bryce trusted Ocasio very much. Although rumors circulated that he was the strongest in the area, he knew that Ocasio was a man of few words. His favorite thing to do was to feign weakness and make others underestimate him, and then suddenly launch an attack, leaving his opponents to only know his true strength before they died.

Bryce thought this guy's personality was really awful, but on the other hand, it could also be interpreted as extreme caution.

This kind of caution in subordinates is undoubtedly a good thing, allowing Bryce to feel completely at ease letting him do anything without worrying about accidents.

After silently smoking for five minutes, Bryce threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it. Hearing the dense footsteps below getting closer and closer to his floor, he guessed that Ocasio's mission should be completed, and a lewd smile appeared on his face.

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse in the previous surveillance footage, he had actually noticed that the girl who broke in was stunningly beautiful and must be a beauty.

He was feeling restless and unable to sleep tonight for some reason, but now that he had a beautiful woman by his side, he should be much happier.

Strangely, the closer the footsteps got, the more he felt that Ocasio and the others were walking in a particularly hurried manner, as if they were running for their lives.

He couldn't help but wonder if this kid was also being controlled by his own mind, which was why he seemed so impatient.

Publish first, then revise.

Chapter 103 "Dead Eye" Bryce

Ocasio didn't know if he was a match for the silver-haired girl wielding the terrifying lightning blade, since the two had never fought each other directly. Based on the available information, his chances of winning were probably less than 20%, so he chose to retreat tactically and meet up with his older brother, "Dead Eye" Bryce.

He felt that as long as he could work together with his older brother, he could quickly take control of the situation.

In order to delay the silver-haired girl's pursuit, he retreated while sending out orders through his communicator, telling his henchmen who were fast asleep on each floor to get up and come to intercept him.

This saved Yvette a lot of trouble. She only needed to slowly go upstairs, and the human traffickers on each floor would come to their deaths on their own initiative. It was simple and worry-free.

……

A few minutes later, upon arriving at the top floor of the "Transfer Center Building" and seeing "Dead Eye" Bryce in the corridor, Ocasio, accompanied by his four henchmen, immediately said seriously, "Boss, there's a special situation!"

"What's going on?" Bryce was slightly surprised. Ocasi usually completed most of the tasks he assigned very well, but now he had failed to capture a little girl who looked like she couldn't even kill a chicken. This was simply unbelievable.

"That's a really strange little girl. She's mastered high-level defensive techniques, at least A-grade! The 'Flame Cannon' attack didn't even have a ripple effect on her, like giving her a bath! It's fucking weird!"

Ocasio's face was grim. He continued, "She also possesses a very powerful area-of-effect attack technique, capable of killing large groups with a single strike... I sensed something was wrong, so I returned without engaging her. This matter will probably require you, brother—no, it requires you, me, and the brothers to go together!"

“Taking a bath in the ‘Flame Cannon’?” Bryce frowned. “That’s definitely a master. Just who is he? A special operations mage from the Federation Special Forces?”

"I don't know, she didn't introduce herself."

“Go wake everyone else up, tell them to wake up and activate all the defense units… I’m here to see what she’s made of,” Bryce said coldly, his metallic eyes flashing red, revealing a fierce glint.

As one of the local business managers of the Ghost Hand Society, Bryce, like Ocasio, was a cautious person. He knew that the neighboring federal government maintained an elite special forces unit composed of cyber mages, each of whom possessed the strength to rank among the top 1 in the mercenary world, and were first-rate experts in both infiltration and assassination.

To guard against this force, he and Ocasio set up many hidden defensive works on the top floor of their residence, to prevent themselves from dying silently in their sleep.

Now it's time to see how these defense units function.

Soon, as some of the white wall plaster was opened, a large number of spellcasting units appeared in the corridor, most of them shaped like cannon barrels, making the top floor look like a heavily guarded military base.