Chapter 104: This Assassin Can Transform
Fang Xiaocao and the woman locked eyes through the one-way privacy film on the Wuling Hongguang’s window. Although the film was darkened, Fang Xiaocao could still clearly see every detail of the woman’s face.
The woman peered around for a while but received no response. Refusing to give up, she pressed her face against the window, trying to listen for any sound inside the car.
Seeing this, Fang Xiaocao instantly held her breath, her body going stiff, not daring to make the slightest movement—afraid that any noise would give away her position.
After all, she knew that this world was full of extraordinary people with unique skills.
Aquarius had once told her that the most common special abilities included exceptional hearing and photographic memory.
And top-tier assassins—those who remained infamous yet uncaptured—almost always possessed some kind of supernatural ability to protect themselves.
Fang Xiaocao had no intention of falling victim to one of them.
The woman outside listened for a moment before straightening up.
“Looks like no one’s here,” she muttered.
Then she left the Wuling Hongguang and did not check any other vehicles. Instead, she returned to her black Hyundai SUV, opened the trunk, and started rummaging around.
“Strange?”
“Why did she only check the Wuling Hongguang?”
“Did she have some kind of grudge against it?”
Puzzled, Fang Xiaocao glanced around.
Soon, she understood.
Among all the vehicles parked in Zone D of the underground garage, her Wuling Hongguang was the only one with privacy film.
“Hah?”
“Seriously? Just because of that?”
Fang Xiaocao blinked, feeling speechless.
She suspected that if she had chosen a regular, non-tinted vehicle, the woman wouldn’t have even bothered to check.
“What is she up to?”
Curious, Fang Xiaocao peered through the window, trying to see what the woman was doing.
But unfortunately, the woman’s body blocked her view completely.
Under Fang Xiaocao’s watchful gaze, the woman finally turned around, holding two circular devices that flickered with red and green lights.
She approached Fang Xiaocao’s red convertible Land Rover, crouched down, and attached the devices to the car’s undercarriage.
“What are those things?”
Fang Xiaocao murmured in confusion.
Seeing the blinking red and green lights, a term suddenly surfaced in her mind—”Timed bomb!”
“What the heck?!”
“It can’t really be a bomb, can it?”
Her eyes widened as she watched, and the more she looked, the more convinced she became. The devices strongly resembled the high-tech explosives she had seen in movies—a mix between a time bomb and a landmine.
The woman, satisfied, clapped her hands and looked around to ensure no one was watching.
Then, she retrieved a drone and a remote control from the SUV’s trunk.
After some adjustments, she piloted the drone into the center of Zone D, fine-tuned its position, and pressed a red button on the remote.
The next second, a blue electric arc burst out from a small black box hanging under the drone.
Immediately, Fang Xiaocao heard a sharp “ZZZZT” from the Wuling Hongguang’s dashboard camera.
At the same time, every car alarm in Zone D blared for a few seconds before abruptly stopping.
“Holy crap?”
“What kind of high-tech sorcery is this?”
Fang Xiaocao gasped in astonishment.
Judging from the Wuling Hongguang’s reaction, she deduced that the device was some kind of electromagnetic interference tool.
“The first thing affected was the dashboard camera… must be to block surveillance.”
She mumbled to herself.
The assassin swiftly retrieved the drone, dismantled it, and packed it into a backpack.
Then, he did something unexpected—he started changing clothes!
In just a blink of an eye, the tall, long-legged model-like beauty had transformed into a slim, fashionably dressed male college student.
Watching this unfold, Fang Xiaocao wasn’t even surprised.
Because when their eyes had met through the privacy film earlier, she had already noticed—
This so-called tall, beautiful woman was actually a cross-dressing man.
“As expected of a top-tier assassin!”
“With disguise skills like this, who would ever suspect that the stunning woman from before and this ordinary college guy are the same person?”
“The more striking the woman’s appearance, the less attention the man will attract after changing disguise.”
“When something goes wrong, people will instinctively search for a woman matching the first disguise’s description.”
“Who would think that the sexy beauty turned into a completely harmless college boy?”
“And is, in fact, a full-fledged man…”
Realizing this, Fang Xiaocao silently gave the assassin a thumbs-up.
Brilliant.
Absolutely brilliant.
She sighed in admiration.
“The people who make a living in this field really aren’t ordinary. They’re all masters in their own right.”
The assassin then parked the Hyundai SUV properly, shouldered his backpack, and walked toward the elevator leading to the hotel lobby.
“Damn…”
Fang Xiaocao muttered as she watched him calmly ride the elevator and leave the underground garage like nothing had happened.
About thirty seconds after the assassin left—
Fang Xiaocao heard another “ZZZZT” from the dashboard camera.
Her eyes flashed with understanding.
The electromagnetic interference had just worn off.
That meant the entire underground garage’s surveillance system had resumed normal operation.
Fang Xiaocao continued to observe for a bit longer. Once she confirmed that the assassin wasn’t coming back, she finally lay back down on her seat.
Now, with her red convertible Land Rover potentially rigged with explosives, there was no way she could drive it.
“Sigh…”
“Zhi Qi, so it really was you…”
She let out a weary sigh.
Zhi Qi had just asked for her location—immediately afterward, an assassin showed up.
The moment Zhi Qi confirmed where she had parked—the assassin had precisely located her car and planted the bombs.
And then, Zhi Qi had insisted on taking her out…
If she had gotten into that car…
Fang Xiaocao shuddered violently at the thought.
The imagined sound of an explosion echoed in her mind, making her dizzy.
She even felt an overwhelming urge to flee.
There was no doubt—the moment she started that engine, her life would begin its countdown.
One or two coincidences might be plausible…
But not all of them.
(End of Chapter 104)
