Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 101: This was a Trap

Chapter Hundred and One

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

But for how long?

A low beep from Demir’s side sounded, drawing his attention back to their mission. Then—

Boom.

A sharp explosion rocked the air, sending a tremor through the ground. Sparks burst from the nearby power lines, and in the distance, alarms blared.

The bunker’s system rebooted. As Asli had told them, they had four seconds.

Demir lunged forward, fingers flying over the keypad.

’0-8-0-9.’ He entered quickly. Then, immediately, the door slid open.

Gunfire erupted from inside.

They barely had time to react before bullets ripped through the air. They dove behind a metal crate, returning fire.

Demir rolled behind a stack of barrels, barking orders through the comms. "Move in! We don’t have time before the bunker closes on its own."

One of the men was the first to react, sprinting through the opening, his gun raised. Their target stood in there with two guns in both hands and firing at them.

"We want him alive!" Demir had to warn them.

They had one chance to take him before he disappeared for good.

And they weren’t about to let him slip away.

The distant explosion had rattled the ground beneath her feet.

Asli heard it happen and saw the shift in their focus. Half of the remaining guards who had been circling her turned at the sound, their priorities shifting as they rushed back toward the bunker.

Good.

That left only a handful still facing her. Bloodied, and bruised, but unwilling to let her go. Some are lying on the ground, dead.

One lunged.

She sidestepped, her elbow smashing into his throat before driving her knee into his stomach. He collapsed, gasping. Then, she put a bullet to the head ending him.

Another rushed in, swinging a knife. She barely avoided the blade, her body twisting as she caught his wrist, forcing the weapon away. She caught the knife before it fell to the ground. And before slamming her forehead against his nose. He stumbled, blood spurting, and she used the moment to drive her own knife deep into his gut.

A gunshot cracked through the air.

Pain flared hot and sharp in her side.

She felt it this time.

The bullet tore through her flesh, but she refused to let it show. Not in her stance, and certainly not in her face.

She pressed her palm against the wound, her fingers slick with blood, but she didn’t waver. She threw the weapon she took from the man, at the man who shot her. It went straight into his skull, killing him in a minute.

"The men are coming to the bunker. Hurry up and move out." Her voice remained steady, even as the fire spread through her side. She swung her arm, shooting another man square in the chest.

Demir’s voice crackled in her ear. "We’ll meet them on our way, but don’t worry. We’ll use our target as a shield. How are you holding up there?"

She didn’t answer right away. Another opponent came at her. She ducked under his punch, hooked his leg, and sent him crashing to the ground. The heel of her boot crushed his windpipe before he could even scream.

"Hurry out," she finally said, her voice clipped.

She remained quiet after that.

Because for the first time, she had to admit that this might have been a bad idea.

The fight had gone on longer than it should have. Her body was screaming at her, but she silenced it, striking down another opponent with a brutal kick to the knee, followed by a clean shot between the eyes.

Then, through the chaos, she felt his presence before she even saw him.

Demir was suddenly there, moving beside her, his knife slicing through an enemy’s throat with practiced ease. Blood sprayed, but he was already turning to take down another.

Her eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you doing here? Where’s our target?"

"In the car," he grunted, slamming an elbow into a man’s jaw. "They’re transporting him to the Villa."

That was all she needed to hear. The mission was complete. Her fight here was over.

Demir had already started pushing toward the nearest car, dodging blows, and taking down anyone who stood in his way. Asli did the same, her body moving on pure instinct, striking, shooting, twisting through the battlefield.

Demir reached the car first, yanking the door open. No keys. Of course.

He didn’t hesitate: he dropped under the dash, ripping away the plastic casing to expose the tangled mess of wires beneath. His fingers moved fast, separating them, finding the right ones.

Sparks snapped as he twisted the two together. Nothing.

"Come on," he muttered, adjusting his grip.

Another spark. Then, the engine stuttered and roared to life.

"Hop in!" he yelled.

Asli didn’t think twice. She shot the last man standing between her and the vehicle, his body dropping before her boots even hit the pavement. She threw herself into the passenger seat, slamming the door just as Demir hit the gas.

Tires screeched, burning rubber as the car tore forward. More men were emerging from the far side of the warehouse, guns raised, shouting orders.

Bullets pinged off the metal as Demir swerved sharply, forcing the crowd to scatter or be run down.

His grip tightened on the wheel. "How many of these bastards are here?"

Asli exhaled, pressing her palm against her bleeding sides. "Too many."

A laugh erupted from her lips. She was excited. She always had been whenever there was a successful mission. But she never rejoiced but today, she did.

"It was foolish of you to choose to do that." But Demir wasn’t as excited as she was.

She knew it was foolish of her and though she didn’t want to admit it, she knew she was doing it to punish herself.

For what she did to Cole. If she hadn’t wrongly accused him, he would’ve been a part of this mission.

She asked everyone to not join her and they all obeyed. She knew they were already scared of her.

Cole wasn’t scared of her. She believed that. He was obedient. Even so, if he had been there when she ordered them to go while she faced danger alone, he would’ve gone with her.

Even when she threatened to shoot him if he followed, he still followed her anyway. She sighed when the gun wounds were starting to hurt.

"I know," she said, her voice even despite the pain. "But I’m used to... Demir, watch the road!"

Headlights flashed in their direction... a van barreled straight toward them.

Demir’s hands jerked on the wheel, his foot slamming against the brake. Tires screeched, and the car shuddered violently as they came to a halt inches from disaster.

The van didn’t swerve. It didn’t try to avoid them.

It had aimed for them.

Asli’s eyes scanned them carefully; the way the driver barely reacted, the men inside already moving, their hands reaching for weapons. The van hadn’t just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. It had been waiting.

This was a trap.

"They called for backup," Demir muttered, gripping the wheel tighter. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "I hope your excitement is still there." freewёbnoνel.com

Asli’s fingers were already in her pocket, pulling out her phone. She had no time to play, though she had been excited earlier. She dialed one of their men’s numbers. The line barely rang before it was answered.

"Is he still with you?" She asked as they focused on the men who were getting down from their van and walking towards the car they were in.

"Yes, boss."

She ended the call. That was all she needed to hear.

Her lips curled slightly as she turned to Demir. "Are you up for a road trip?"

His brow furrowed. "Huh?"

This wasn’t like her. The Asli he knew didn’t run. She’d fight, bleed, and kill before she ever thought of leaving a battle behind.

But then his eyes flickered to the dark stain spreading across her side, the sluggish way she held herself despite pretending otherwise.

A road trip, huh?

She was barely holding on.

Demir didn’t question it. Not now.

His hands gripped the wheel, and without another word, he slammed his foot on the gas. The tires screamed on the road, as smoke curled with the car shooting forward.

When the men who were waiting for them outside noticed the two weren’t getting down from their cars like they should’ve, began to react, shouting orders, and reaching for their weapons.

Their vehicle barreled past them, grazing one’s shoulder as he stumbled out of the way. Gunfire erupted, bullets punching into the rear of the car, shattering the back windshield.

Asli barely flinched.

"How long before they follow?" she asked, pressing a hand against her side, feeling the warmth of her own blood seeping through her clothes. She thought the blood had stopped but considering it hadn’t by now, it meant it went deeper than she thought.

Demir glanced at the side mirror. "They’re already on it."