“Whoa, so hot!”
“Total uniform fetish material!”
The moment she appeared, she made every man present breathe a little faster.
Their eyes simply couldn’t get enough—they roamed over every inch of the policewoman’s figure like horny dogs, feeling like no matter how long they stared, it would never be enough.
If looks could strip clothes, her uniform would’ve been torn off ten thousand times over.
Long accustomed to such scorching gazes, the policewoman paid them no mind. She even noticed similar looks in some women’s eyes.
She drew her gun and pointed it straight at the bewitching woman and her crew, her voice icy: “All of you, hands on your heads and get down! Or we’ll open fire!”
“She pulled out her gun!”
The bystanders scrambled back in panic. So this foreign beauty was actually a criminal?
Jiang Tian glanced at the policewoman, his gaze utterly indifferent, and said calmly: “Officer, take your people and leave. These people are dangerous.”
“Jiang Tian?”
The policewoman shot him a surprised look, then gave a dismissive sneer. “I’ve got my eyes on you too. Watch yourself!”
“Got your eyes on me?” Jiang Tian asked, a faint, amused smile playing on his lips.
“Yeah. I’m from the Provincial Criminal Investigation Division.”
The policewoman stared at him coldly, her tone hostile. “I know Xu Ruocheng and Bai Choufei are both working under you. And I’m guessing the Nie family massacre has something to do with you too!”
Jiang Tian was momentarily stunned, then let out a wry chuckle.
He had crushed the Nie family with the full support of Secretary Yu and even the Cao family pulling strings behind the scenes.
But the problem was, this operation was way above most people’s pay grade. The lower-ranking officers, unaware of the truth and burning with a sense of justice, would naturally see him as some kind of ruthless villain.
The policewoman dismissed Jiang Tian and pointed her gun at the bewitching woman, sneering: “But Jiang Tian, I don’t have time for you right now. Step aside!”
“Fine by me.” Jiang Tian obediently pulled Zhao Xueqing back out of the circle.
“Get down!”
“Or we’ll shoot!”
“All civilians, clear out—they’re fugitives!”
Two more police cars arrived, and several officers jumped out, guns drawn, surrounding the group with loud threats while others dispersed the onlookers.
“Heh heh, go ahead and shoot. There’s gasoline everywhere, you know.”
The bewitching woman gave a lazy smile, utterly unimpressed by the police. She yanked out the fuel nozzle, opened it, and dropped it on the ground.
Gasoline gushed out like a spring, and the air quickly filled with the pungent stench of fuel.
“Holster your weapons! Move in and arrest!”
The policewoman barked out the order, tucked her gun into her belt, and lunged at the bewitching woman. The two immediately engaged in combat. The other officers also clashed with the assassins.
“Their skills are way off,” Jiang Tian muttered from a distance, frowning as he watched the fight. He shook his head with a bitter smile.
The policewoman’s movements were sharp and decisive, a blend of military combat techniques and various Chinese martial arts styles. She was easily on par with an elite special forces soldier.
But the bewitching woman was a top-tier ace assassin and a supernatural being. Within a few exchanges, the policewoman was already losing ground.
Thud!
The bewitching woman slammed a punch into the policewoman’s chest, sending her flying backward like a broken kite.
“Chinese police—nothing special, really.”
The bewitching woman snorted in disdain, popped open the Maserati’s trunk, and pulled out a heavy machine gun.
The other assassins launched a fierce assault, forcing the officers back, then broke off the fight and retreated in synchronized leaps.
“Die!”
The bewitching woman fired a burst at the gasoline puddle. Boom! The fuel tank exploded violently, flames shooting skyward as a massive mushroom cloud rose, with rolling waves of heat blasting in all directions.
“Ahhh—!”
Amid the agonizing screams, the officers were engulfed in flames, hurled backward by the shockwave. Writhing in the fire, they collapsed to the ground, rolling desperately.
Then the bewitching woman and her team held down the triggers, riddling the half-dead officers with bullets.
The policewoman lay on the ground, lifting her head with difficulty. Watching the scene, her heart sank—this is it, we’re done for.
She hadn’t expected them to be carrying heavy weapons, or to be this ruthless. Five of her comrades had just died in an instant.
She drew her sidearm and fired rapid shots at the bewitching woman.
“Hehe, cute little girl. You’ve got some martial arts skill, huh? That’s why you didn’t die from my punch.”
But the bewitching woman just smiled, swaying effortlessly to dodge every bullet, then waved her hand.
Shrrrk! A blade of energy shot toward the policewoman.
Seeing the flash of cold light, the policewoman rolled out of the way just in time.
Bang! The spot where she’d been lying now had a massive gash in the concrete.
Cold sweat poured down her face as she froze in shock.
Looking down, she saw that her gun had been sliced clean in half—only a bare grip remained.
Between the gunfire and the explosion, everyone at the gas station was terrified out of their wits. They abandoned their cars and fled in panic, some driving off in chaos, others running into the fields behind the station.
“Alright, Mr. Jiang, time for you to die. Consider it an honor to die at the hands of ‘Butterfly Skull.'”
The bewitching woman sneered, leveling her machine gun at Jiang Tian. The other four or five guns also trained on him.
“‘Butterfly Skull’… what’s their deal?” Zhao Xueqing asked curiously, holding Jiang Tian’s hand.
“‘Butterfly Skull’ is the world’s third-ranked assassin organization, even more powerful than ‘Tombstone.’ Their main market is in China. They’ve committed dozens of murders, with many more the police haven’t even discovered or filed yet.”
“They’re ruthless—once they take a job, they wipe out the entire target’s family. All their members are wanted by Interpol, but so far, we haven’t caught a single one. The woman leading them is their top assassin, ‘Sidewinder’…”
The policewoman panted heavily, her voice trembling with unmistakable fear.
Still, she pulled a ballistic shield from her cruiser and stood shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Tian, offering one to the couple. “How did you end up on their radar?” she asked grimly.
Only now did she realize that Sidewinder—whom she’d been tracking all along—was actually after Jiang Tian this time.
She also cursed Jiang Tian and his wife for being idiots.
Why hadn’t they run farther away while she was fighting?
Now she was stuck in this mess, caught between a rock and a hard place, probably about to get herself killed.
“Hehe, little girl, you sure know a lot. I’ll swallow you whole later.”
Sidewinder’s forked tongue flickered out with a soft hiss, licking her blood-red lips.
The policewoman felt as if she were being stared down by a venomous snake—a chill ran through her entire body.
“Oh, never heard of you…” Jiang Tian said with a light laugh, pushing the shield away.
“You’re not taking the shield?”
The policewoman’s eyes went wide. “Do you want to get shot? Take it and run!”
“Honey, let me practice a bit more!”
To the policewoman’s utter horror, Zhao Xueqing smiled lightly and strode confidently toward the assassins.
“Get back here!” The policewoman nearly fainted from anxiety.
This delicate young woman, bare-handed, charging into that—was she tired of living?
“Oh, you want to die too? Fine, you can go together—keep each other company on the road to hell.”
Sidewinder smirked. Bang bang bang! The gunmen held down their triggers and opened fire without hesitation.
“Phoenix Dance Across the Heavens!”
Zhao Xueqing suddenly blurred into motion, rising into the air like a divine phoenix, weaving through the hail of bullets.
“Cheeky. She could’ve just tanked those with her physique.”
Jiang Tian smiled leisurely, his eyes full of admiration and affection as he watched his wife’s nimble yet awe-inspiring moves.
By the time she landed, she had already closed the distance. With a single palm strike—
Smack! One assassin’s head burst apart.
“Xueqing’s getting smarter,” Jiang Tian said approvingly, clapping his hands.
She had naturally formed a protective Qi barrier during combat—not only for defense, but also to keep any splattering blood and gunk from dirtying her.
Shrrrk!
A sharp golden light swept in all directions. The remaining four gunmen collapsed in sprays of blood, their heads gone.
“You’re a martial arts master!”
Sidewinder stared at Zhao Xueqing in disbelief, her face filled with apprehension as she instinctively stepped back.
“Hehe, haven’t you heard of Jiang Taichu?”
Jiang Tian said with a faint smile:
“I, Jiang Taichu, can kill even Lin Zhenyu with a single stroke. Is it really surprising that my beloved has some cultivation?”
“What?! You’re Jiang Taichu!”
Sidewinder’s face went pale with shock, and she cursed her own carelessness.
The mastermind behind the dark bounty was absolutely despicable—such crucial information that Jiang Tian was Jiang Taichu had been deliberately withheld.
It turned out that although Daquan had already identified Jiang Tian’s true identity, the Dark Web listing only provided basic info about him—nothing about his martial prowess or battle record.
Which made sense, really. Jiang Taichu was too terrifying; if that news spread, who would dare take the contract?
The Tombstone organization, being weaker than Butterfly Skull, had been far more cautious, spending months verifying Jiang Tian’s identity.
But Sidewinder and her crew had been sloppy, treating this like just another job without doing a thorough investigation. And now…
What a blunder!
If she had known the target was Jiang Taichu, Sidewinder swore she would never have taken this mission!
Even if she had, she’d have chosen a safer long-range sniping approach, not waltz right up to him!
Whoosh!
In desperation, Sidewinder suddenly reached out and grabbed a sedan with one hand. With a flex of her right arm, she hurled the thousand-pound car straight at Zhao Xueqing with a deafening whoosh.
Shrrrk!
Xueqing raised an elegant brow and shot out a finger beam.
Boom! Crash! The car exploded into pieces—parts, tires, and sheet metal raining down like a hailstorm.
“This woman is too strong!” Sidewinder’s body twisted like a serpent, then sprang like a coiled spring, leaping over ten meters away. She bolted for her life, hurling more cars at Zhao Xueqing as she fled.
