Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 100: "I’ll carry the bomb"

Chapter Hundred

He held up a small case. "Specialized laser detection device goggles. You’re lucky I even got my hands on these."

She reached for it, but he pulled back slightly, his smirk sharp. "Not so fast. You owe me." Of course, she knew she did.

Her fingers twitched at her side. "What do you want?"

He exhaled, tilting his head slightly. "A shipment of high-grade weapons is moving through the docks in three days. Intercept it. I need what is inside."

She studied him for a moment, then took the case from his hands. "Fine." Whatever happened after she handed the shipment to him would be none of her business.

A slow chuckle escaped from him. "Pleasure doing business."

She turned and walked off without another word.

By the time the car returned, she slipped into the back seat, setting the case beside her as they headed toward the hotel.

Inside, Demir was waiting with his arms crossed. The others were gathered, checking weapons and tools.

He barely glanced at the case she carried. Instead, his eyes settled on her. "So, you’re really planning to plant the bomb and be the destruction? You do realize, that when everyone in there hears it, they are likely to come after the sound." His voice was even, but she caught the fear beneath it.

She smirked, shaking her head. "Every life is equally important." She paused. "Or equally useless."

Demir exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. He knew she would not change her mind. He didn’t have to like it. But he knew.

"Oh, and I almost forgot. You would need to plant a bomb outside the Bunker to disrupt the wire connections. You know when that happens, for four seconds, the password is always 0809." She informed them and barely gave them time to react before turning on her heel and heading for the door.

"Asli—"

She did not slow down. Whatever Demir had to say, she didn’t care to hear it.

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The car rumbled over the uneven roads leading to the abandoned factory. The night was silent and only interrupted by the distant chirp of crickets and the occasional gust of wind.

They saw the factory ahead, its walls built as high as it could be.

Demir and the three men left the car and strode toward the gate like clueless tourists, their pace casual, and their expressions a mix of confusion and mild frustration while Asli hid in the car.

The guards at the entrance stiffened, their eyes narrowing at the approaching group. One of them stepped forward, gripping his rifle. "This is private property. Leave."

Demir raised his hands, his face a perfect mask of innocence. "Whoa, whoa. We are just looking for our guide officer."

The guard’s expression didn’t change. "Not our problem. Turn around."

One of Demir’s men scoffed. "Oh, come on, man. We paid him to bring us here. He told us to wait and then he just disappeared. Took a piss, never came back. What, are we supposed to leave him in the woods?"

The second guard sneered. "Sounds like your problem. Leave. Now."

Demir exchanged a glance with the others, playing the part. He huffed, folding his arms. "Unbelievable. We come all this way, pay for a ’local experience,’ and this is what we get? A scam artist who runs off with our money?"

The first guard shoved him back. "Again, not our business. Get lost."

Asli moved out of the car when she noticed the guards were not paying attention to the car. She moved quietly but as fast as she could.

She stayed low, pressing against the cracked concrete wall. Their distraction was working and the guards were too busy arguing with Demir and their men to notice her slipping along the shadows.

Her fingers brushed the first explosive charge. She planted it quickly, moving to the next.

Then, she set the last charge.

Asli immediately informed the others as they all had the tiny device in their ear to communicate with each other. "All bombs planted. Waiting for them to blast in six, five, four..."

At the gate, the argument escalated.

"Hey, hey!" One of the guards raised his gun slightly. "You don’t listen well, do you?"

Demir put his hands up, stepping back. "Alright, alright. No need to get aggressive. We are leaving."

The guards watched them for a moment, then muttered curses under their breath before returning to their post.

Asli exhaled.

The comms crackled in her ear.

"We are in position," Demir confirmed.

The explosion tore through the silence.

A fiery shockwave sent debris flying, the force rattling through the ground. The factory groaned, metal shrieking as part of the back wall crumbled. Dust clouded the air, thick and suffocating.

Shouts rang out.

"Asli, I think you need back up. I’ll co..."

"No, Demir. I do not need help. I want that man in the bunker alive. Protect him, even if it cost your life. Now, be quick."

"Asli, at least you need help. One of us would jo..."

"Do you want me to set your mouth on fire?" She threatened and he sighed.

"Bring our bags." Demir snapped as if they were the reason she was taking that role in the mission. He was in disbelief as he ordered the other men to bring the bag. Now, Asli was sure since they didn’t warn her that the guards at the post were still there, she knew that they all were coming her way.

Flashlights cut through the smoke and the guards poured out like a swarm with their weapons raised, and eyes scanned wildly for where the noise came from.

Asli stepped forward, rolling her shoulders as she saw the few ones that came immediately.

Their eyes locked onto her.

The first man barely had time to aim before she put a bullet between his eyes.

Then all hell broke loose.

A hail of gunfire erupted her way. She ducked low and moved fast. The nearest guard lunged, but she spun, slamming the butt of her gun into his throat. He choked, and then... Staggered. She fired once with a clean shot through the head.

Two more rushed to her.

She kicked off the ground, twisting mid-air. Her foot collided with one’s jaw, and the sickening crack was barely audible over the chaos. Before he hit the ground, she grabbed the second by the collar and drove her knife deep into his ribs.

Blood sprayed.

Yet... She did not stop.

A bullet whizzed past her ear. She dropped, rolling behind a crate as gunfire pelted the metal. She reloaded fast, then sprang up, firing three times. Three bodies hit the ground.

More were coming.

Good.

She darted forward, a knife in one hand, a gun in the other. A man swung at her with the butt of his rifle but she ducked, slicing his thigh before twisting up to stab under his chin. His gurgling scream barely lasted a second.

Another grabbed her from behind.

Her elbow slammed into his ribs. She hooked her leg behind his knee, flipping him over, and drove her heel into his throat.

Bullets tore through the air and a searing pain burned across her right arm.

However, it didn’t matter.

She ripped the knife from a dead man’s belt and hurled it. It got buried deep in a shooter’s skull.

Still more came.

Her breath was steady, her heart hammering against her ribs but it was not from fear, but from exhilaration. The chaos, the rush, the sheer thrill of standing alone against impossible odds... it set her blood on fire.

The men on the other hand tried to move faster than possible, slipping through the perimeter undetected. The warehouse was mostly empty. Just as their inside guy had arranged with them, he met them underground and showed them which bunker the man was hiding in.

Demir crouched near the side of the building, his hands working swiftly as he planted the first charge. The small LED flickered red.... armed and ready.

"Thirty seconds," he murmured through the comms.

Their informant had done their part and he needed to act hurt. One of their men shot him in his shoulder without any warning and he fell on one knee. He tried not to scream but failed. But before he could any louder, one of Demir’s men, shoved his handkerchief into his mouth.

Demir checked the wall to find the weakest spot to install the bomb. He found it and hoped it was going to work. He needed to hurry up and get to Asli’s side.

It was a bad idea to let her fight the men alone. There were four of them in there and she was alone. Was she trying to kill herself? Did it matter if she was doing it to prove a point? Everyone at this point knew what she was capable of doing.

He could hear her breathing and panting in the ear device. So he could tell she was still alive.

But for how long?