"Boss, I just spotted a woman hiding and eating our supplies!" Ethan shouted, putting on an act to draw attention.
Hearing the commotion, the two guards quickly opened the small window in the door to assess the situation inside.
"Show us... This woman is so audacious, stealing food from us," one guard said angrily, his eyes narrowing.
Elena quickly shifted into acting mode, bowing her head demurely as she stepped closer to the door, just enough for them to catch a glimpse of her.
At first, the guards were furious that someone dared steal from them. However, when they caught sight of Elena’s stunning figure and beautiful face, their anger was swiftly replaced by lustful interest.
"You, woman, come here," the guard commanded, excitement evident in his expression.
"What are you doing? Wouldn’t it be better to handle this inside the inventory room?" the other guard suggested, glancing at the surveillance camera.
"Yeah, if they see us bringing a woman out from here, they’ll definitely find out and demand that we turn her over," the first guard replied, his tone revealing a moment of realization.
"At least you have a brain. So who will go first?" the second guard asked, crossing his arms.
"Then I’ll go first. Just make sure you guard this place well, or else the boss will be angry with us."
"Hmph, make it quick," the second guard replied, tapping his foot impatiently.
Ethan was furious, his fists clenched, ready to hit the man for disrespecting his wife. But he held back, knowing that acting on his anger would only worsen things.
He would get his revenge soon; he just needed to wait for the right moment.
Elena rolled her eyes, unfazed by the crude remarks. She was used to such insults, but that didn’t mean she would accept them without protest.
’You wait. I will make sure to torture you, filthy guards.’
"Okay, I’ll go inside first," the first guard said, his voice dripping with malice as he moved closer to the door, an excited grin spreading across his face.
The guard quickly opened the door, stepped inside, and shut it as fast as he could. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he strode directly toward Elena.
Elena, however, had already anticipated this moment. She acted afraid and then dashed toward a secluded area away from the entrance.
"Woman, don’t excite me; just be obedient," the guard said, his eyes lingering on her beauty.
’This woman is so beautiful’
"No, sir, please," Elena pleaded playfully, a hint of mischief in her voice.
Upon seeing the guard following her with intense focus, she immediately used her [Telepathy] skills to prevent her husband from taking action, assuring him that she had everything under control.
She quickly halted in the secluded area.
"Finally, woman. You know what’s best for you," the guard said, a smirk spreading across his face.
Elena dropped her pretence and looked at him with a sinister smile.
"Yeah, I’m here, and I welcome you to Hell," Elena responded, her voice laced with bloodlust.
She was ready to take her revenge and instil fear in this filthy man.
She then retrieved a small soundproof tent from her space, isolating them from the outside area.
The guard was shocked, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the tent that enveloped them inside. But before he could gather his thoughts, Elena fired the electric gun, and he collapsed to the ground.
Elena never embarked on a mission without careful planning.
Now, as she looked at the filthy man lying unconscious, she couldn’t help but unleash her pent-up anger. She was determined to drive him insane.
"Don’t touch him. He’s so dirty," Ethan said, seeing his wife poised to torture the man.
"I’m going to use whips, though," Elena replied.
Ethan first disarmed the guard and then whipped him to wake up.
He was angry and wanted to kill this filthy man, but once again, he held back. They needed information about the emergency exit to execute a flawless heist, so they required his cooperation.
Slashed again and again, the man was finally jolted awake by the painful crack of the whip. He was confused at first, his mind racing to remember what had happened, but a surge of fear gripped him when he finally focused on the beautiful woman glaring at him with a sinister smile.
"Whaaaat are you?" he stammered, his voice trembling with fear.
Looking at his expression, she wanted to act more and instil greater terror in him.
"Are you talking to me? Do you believe in hell? I’m here to take you. You’ve already committed many sins in this world, and it’s time for you to be punished."
Elena wasn’t innocent herself, so she had no right to judge others. But this filthy man would surely drag others to hell if he remained alive. So, she was willing to dirty her hands to cleanse this filth.
"Please, I’m begging you. Don’t take me!" the guard cried frantically, but no one could hear him inside the soundproof tent.
Elena then conjured a chair, intending to heighten the man’s fear.
When the guard saw the chair materialize before him, terror seized him, and he wet his pants.
Elena sat majestically in the antique chair she had taken from the museum, her presence looking like a judge from hell.
She gazed at the guard’s horrified expression and said, "You begging that’s new"
Then continued with a mocking tone, "How about the women, the children who begged for their lives you have taken? Tsk. You’re so double-standard. You fear the strong but bully the weak."
Seeing this, Ethan couldn’t help but chuckle, his anger immediately fading as he watched his wife’s dramatic performance.
Elena then looked at her husband, who was enjoying the show, "Go, minion! Extract the information."
’Do I really have to work for everything? Since my husband is here, let him do his part.’
Ethan raised his brows but happily accepted the command.
He quickly gathered the information they needed. According to the guard, the emergency exit could be accessed by twisting the lamp in the area where the firearms were found.
"I told you everything. Please let me go," the guard said as he grimaced from painful whips.
"Why should I?" Elena asked.
Elena used her silencer to kill the guard without flinching.
’He died easily, tsk! No time!’
Elena and Ethan dealt with the other guard in the same manner. Their insatiable greed and lust ultimately led to their demise.
"Wife, let’s go. I’ve already planted some clues at the emergency exit to make them believe that items were stolen through that door," Ethan explained.
"Okay, wait a second. I’ll contact Oslo."
Afterwards, they vanished into the inventory room, leaving the area empty.