{900 Power Stones bonus chapter }
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The hotel's sixth floor.
Windows that had been tightly shut suddenly opened one after another.
From each, the black muzzles of rifles extended outward.
Six blue-ranked assassins from the Third Squad and ten green-ranked killers leveled their Kohari CA-415 automatic rifles.
The moment the bounty hunters below stepped into range—
they pulled the triggers.
Ratatatat!
A rain of bullets poured down.
No warning.
No threats.
Only steel and fire.
Bursts of rifle rounds tore through the would-be intruders.
In an instant, the hotel entrance turned into a slaughterhouse of blood and bodies.
This scene shocked the late-arriving bounty hunters still loitering nearby.
One by one, most finally realized—
some money just isn't worth dying for.
The majority fled.
But a few stubborn fools stomped the gas pedal, swerving toward the underground parking garage instead.
On the rooftop monitoring room.
Watching through surveillance, Alex Cross sneered coldly.
He no longer spared them a thought.
Underground parking.
Fox, having finished her massacre, rummaged through corpses.
She grabbed two magazines—
one jammed into her gun, one stashed at her waist.
Panting hard, she began heading upstairs.
At the stairwell.
The battle raged on.
Boom!—Click!—Boom!
Anna, back on the second floor, fired two brutal shotgun blasts, dropping two enforcers who had tried to ambush her.
She swapped weapons in a blur.
Her pistol barked in rapid succession—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Cutting down two more killers mid-action.
Even as she advanced, her bullets hammered their bodies, keeping them staggered and off-balance.
When the magazine clicked empty, she was already within striking distance.
A side kick smashed one assassin to the ground.
The pistol flipped in her hand—
then she rammed its butt into another man's eyes, teeth, and throat in a flurry of savage blows.
Three seconds. Two bodies.
Another killer lunged—only to be met with the heavy slam of Anna's shotgun.
Ka-chak. Boom!
Dead.
A quick pivot—
Ka-chak. Boom!
Another kill.
She exhaled deeply, glancing up at the ruined staircase.
The squads that had already gone up would have to be handled by the others above.
So she descended, planting herself on the stairwell steps.
For once, she allowed herself to rest.
Third floor stairwell.
Four squads of enforcers had finally breached through.
They exchanged wary looks before pulling open the door to the guest floor.
And the first thing they saw—
was an RPG screaming straight at them.
The lead killer barely managed to shout—
"RPG!!"
—before diving flat to the ground.
BOOOOM!
The stairwell erupted. Debris and stone rained down, cascading all the way to the first floor.
Anna, resting below, heard the blast.
She smiled faintly. Relief.
At that same moment, Fox arrived from the underground.
The two women sat side by side on the steps, catching their breath—
utterly unconcerned about the slaughter above.
On the third floor, Margarita lowered the smoking rocket launcher with disdain.
She slung the tube over her shoulder and strolled back to the supply point, uninterested in the wreckage left behind.
One squad had been annihilated outright, another half destroyed.
The remaining two squads proceeded with extreme caution, finding booby-trapped rooms along the way.
After painstakingly clearing threats, they secured the floor and regrouped at the stairwell.
Back at the stairwell.
Anna and Fox had rested barely a minute before hearing approaching footsteps.
They exchanged a glance, then silently rose.
One took the left, the other the right, flanking the door.
The door creaked open.
Two enforcers stepped through—
only to be seized in choking holds.
Gunfire erupted.
Boom! Ratatatat!
Shotgun thunder mixed with rifle bursts, ripping through the squads outside.
Two killed instantly. Two gravely wounded.
Anna smashed her captive into the banister, yanked him down, then blew his chest apart with a point-blank blast.
Meanwhile, Fox released her own target just in time for Anna to finish him with another shotgun round.
They moved in perfect sync—
switching magazines, forcing doors, covering each other's fire.
Every shot was decisive.
Every movement lethal.
Together, they stormed forward—
straight into the last four enforcers waiting outside the stairwell…
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