The sudden appearance of a woman caught the gang off guard, leaving them bewildered as they struggled to comprehend how she could materialize and vanish in the blink of an eye.
"It’s definitely a ghost. No other explanation fits this bizarre phenomenon."
"Boss, how did she disappear?"
The gang leader, having spotted the grenade drop, quickly took cover in a more secure spot.
"Stop chatting! Move! That woman just threw a grenade!"
Panic broke out among the gang as they frantically searched for an escape route.
But it was too late. The grenade exploded, throwing the unit into chaos.
The living room erupted in turmoil as glass shattered and wood splintered.
Furniture was thrown around, the walls shook from the explosion, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.
"Fck! I’ll kill that btch!"
"Ughhh! Help me! I can’t feel my legs!"
In the aftermath, many were left injured, while some succumbed to their wounds.
"Where is she? Find her! Did she really think she could scare us off?"
Elena and Ethan listened to the cries of pain, mixed with the desperate shouts of a man trying to regain control of his scattered men.
"Should we take them out now?" Ethan asked, attempting to coordinate with his wife.
"I’ll throw another grenade—after that, you’re free to fire," she replied, aiming to create even more chaos.
Her energy was nearly depleted, and they needed to end this quickly before she was placed at a serious disadvantage.
"Be careful. Safety first—remember that," Ethan reminded her.
Elena nodded, then activated her [Blink] skill again.
In the same motion, she retrieved a majestic antique chair from her [Inventory] and reappeared in front of the gang—seated gracefully, looking down on them as if they were nothing more than ants.
The gang froze in fear at the sight of the woman reappearing.
They stood motionless, stunned by how she managed to pull off such an impossible stunt.
"How pathetic! I’m just getting started, and you’re already falling apart," Elena taunted as she tossed another grenade.
"Move! She threw a grenade!" one gang member shouted, alarmed at how she vanished like a ghost.
"B*tch, show yourself!"
This time, the gang reacted faster and scattered before it exploded. But the grenade Elena used now was stronger than the last.
The explosion roared, nearly cracking the wall that separated them from the outside.
Heating equipment was thrown around, and the temperature in the unit plummeted.
The gang was left dazed, ears ringing, and vision spinning from the blast.
But before they could gather their thoughts, they were besieged by a machine gun firing wildly around the bathroom, killing them with wide-open eyes.
Ethan didn’t hesitate—he used a powerful gun to eliminate them with ease, rendering them helpless against the relentless barrage of bullets.
However, a few managed to survive and quickly retaliated, aiming to kill Ethan and put an end to the madness.
"That woman is not alone! How did they even get in here?" one of them shouted.
"What’s the point of asking us? Focus on surviving! Kill them, or we’ll perish!" the gang leader commanded.
It was a miracle he wasn’t hurt, as if heaven itself was on his side.
They quickly repositioned and continued to fire.
The exchange was intense, with neither side willing to back down.
When the gunfire stopped, the gang thought they had successfully killed the intruders.
But then, Elena appeared once more.
This time, she didn’t throw a grenade—instead, she held a gun, ready to confront them head-on.
"You dare ambush us with numbers? You might be kings in City B, but here, you’re nothing but ants—Iron Gang."
"You! How did you know we’re from the Iron Gang? Who exactly are you?" one of them demanded.
"You’re not worthy of knowing," Elena replied, then fired a shot, killing another gang member.
Only five remained, cornered against the damaged wall. The freezing cold crept in, and they felt utterly helpless.
Ethan reappeared beside Elena and finished off everyone—except the gang leader.
Feeling the crushing weight of defeat, the gang leader stood up and glared at the two intruders.
"Now, tell me—where is your base? Who is your boss?" Elena asked with a sneer.
"Just kill me. I won’t betray my employer," he said, slowly backing toward the edge of the damaged wall.
"How noble of you. Kill you? That would be too easy. I won’t ask again. Trust me—my methods aren’t to your liking."
"Heh. Big talk," the gang leader retorted.
Ethan then interrupted them, "Wife, we already know who his boss is."
She raised her brows. "You know?"
He continued, using his [Telepathy] skill, "Maybe you’ve forgotten, but during the standoff in the mall with the Heathers, your cousin’s fiancé revealed they were working with the Iron Gang. Remember, they blamed you for what happened in the City B bunker?"
"Yeah, I had forgotten about that," she sighed. "So they’re probably hiding at the Blackshear Hotel."
She then turned back to the gang leader and sneered.
"The Heathers? Oh, your base must be in the Blackshear Hotel."
The gang leader was stunned.
These two were more dangerous than he’d thought. He remained silent, refusing to say a word.
"Since you’re of no use to us, then follow your men," Elena said, raising her gun to finish him off—when suddenly, the gang leader bolted forward and leapt onto the damaged wall.
"Hahaha! Bit*h!" the gang leader shouted, raising his middle finger as he plunged from the building.
Elena quickly used her skill, [Blink], appearing near the gang leader.
This fall should have killed him, but she wanted to ensure he was truly dead.
Heaven might interfere again, allowing him to escape unscathed—so she intended to send him into space and kill him there while also torturing him for his disrespectful remarks.
After all, she was a vengeful woman.
Ethan dashed forward, trying to see what was happening outside.
There, he saw his wife falling, reaching out to catch the gang leader midair.
But just as she was about to touch and send him into space, a massive beast lunged toward her, its mouth wide open—ready to tear her apart.