Title: Transmigrated as the Doomed Fake Heiress: The System Demands I Slap Faces!
CHAPTER 9: THE THREE-MINUTE HUNT
The world instantly dissolved into a monochromatic canvas of gray and silver.
[‘Night-Vision Ballistic Trajectory Matrix’ engaged. ‘Shadow-Step Agility Boost’ online.]
As the System's cold, mechanical voice echoed in my skull, my perception of time shattered. The heavy, freezing raindrops blowing in from the black ocean seemed to hang suspended in mid-air, glittering like shattered glass.
I didn't just run; I became the wind itself.
One second. I vaulted over the hood of the armored Maybach, my ruined designer heels discarded on the pavement.
Three seconds. I crossed the sprawling, fifty-yard cobblestone courtyard, entirely bypassing Lu Qingshan’s elite tactical guards who were still moving in agonizing slow-motion, shouting warnings that sounded like deep, distorted groans.
Seven seconds. I reached the edge of the jagged cliffside. Through the glowing red overlay of the System's trajectory matrix, I saw the exact path the sniper bullet had taken. A glowing crimson line stretched from the shattered marble pillar, through the freezing rain, directly into a dense cluster of ancient pine trees a hundred yards away.
Fifteen seconds. I launched myself into the treeline. The underbrush whipped against my bare, bleeding legs, but I felt absolutely no pain. I was a predator high on the ultimate power trip.
There he was.
Perched on a thick branch, a man in a ghillie suit was frantically racking the bolt of his massive, anti-materiel sniper rifle, preparing for a second shot. He was swearing under his breath, his eye glued to the thermal scope.
He never even saw me coming.
I didn't bother climbing. I channeled the residual energy from my Martial Arts Grandmaster module directly into my legs and leaped fifteen feet straight into the air.
"Looking for me?" I whispered right into his ear.
The sniper violently flinched, his eyes blowing wide open in pure, unadulterated terror. He tried to swing the heavy barrel of the rifle toward me, but I was already moving. I grabbed the scorching hot steel barrel with my bare hands and wrenched it upward.
SNAP.
With a sickening crunch of metal and composite materials, I literally bent the barrel of the hundred-thousand-dollar sniper rifle at a ninety-degree angle.
The man screamed, reaching for the combat knife strapped to his chest. I didn't give him the chance. I delivered a devastating, lightning-fast palm strike to his chest, precisely hitting a nerve cluster. His eyes rolled back, his body going completely rigid as his nervous system short-circuited.
I grabbed him by the collar of his ghillie suit and simply dropped out of the tree, dragging his paralyzed, two-hundred-pound body behind me as if he weighed nothing more than a wet towel.
Two minutes and forty-five seconds.
I stepped out of the treeline and walked back into the illuminated courtyard of the Lu Estate. The tactical guards had finally formed a defensive perimeter, their assault rifles raised, searching the darkness.
I tossed the paralyzed sniper onto the wet cobblestones right at the base of Lu Qingshan's wheelchair. The massive man hit the ground with a pathetic, wet thud.
Lu Qingshan stared at the bent, ruined sniper rifle still clutched in my right hand, and then up at my terrifyingly calm face. The pitch-black depths of his eyes swirling with a mixture of absolute shock, deep reverence, and a dark, obsessive hunger.
"I told you," I said, my chest barely heaving, my voice cutting through the sound of the crashing ocean waves. "Three minutes. Now, where is that hot bath?"
But before the maids could even step forward with towels, the deafening roar of high-performance engines shattered the night.
A convoy of six heavily armored, military-grade Humvees tore up the coastal road, their blinding high-beams cutting through the fog. They smashed straight through the outer wooden barricades of the estate and skidded to a violent halt in a half-circle, trapping us against the manor doors.
[DING! Warning! Massive concentration of hostile arrogance detected!]
I dropped the broken rifle. The real enemies had arrived.
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