Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1215

Serena stood before the metal wall and rapped her knuckles lightly against the surface.

It sounded hollow.

A confident smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she pulled up a scanner on her phone and swept it across the paneling.

Just as she suspected.

Hidden seamlessly within the heavy steel was a heavily fortified elevator.

Her gaze darkened as she studied the readings.

The camouflage was flawless. Without a localized network hack and specialized imaging, it was entirely invisible.

More importantly, its control system was completely severed from the main grid of the tech center.

It operated on an independent, closed-loop intranet.

If any external device attempted to force a connection, an internal alarm would trigger in a fraction of a millisecond.

She adjusted the scanner to probe deeper into the panel.

The control interface didn't just demand high-tier access codes; it required simultaneous dual authentication via fingerprint and iris scans.

Without the exact biometric data of a permitted user, the doors were impenetrable.

"They really didn't want any uninvited guests."

There was no doubt in her mind.

This elevator led straight down to the true heart of Obsidian Sun's operations here in Severia.

She didn't make a move to bypass it.

At this level of security, pushing her luck would only alert the people inside.

Instead, she methodically recorded the door's structural blueprints and security architecture.

She would upload the data to the Ghost Alliance's servers first and formulate a targeted decryption protocol.

With her task complete, she turned to leave.

But just as she circled the underground garage, heading for the secondary exit, she stopped.

Her footsteps halted abruptly.

A heavy, metallic stench of blood hung in the stale air.

Beneath it was the sharp, acrid scent of spent gunpowder.

From the shadows ahead, the brutal sounds of a desperate fight echoed through the concrete cavern—flesh slamming into flesh, frantic boots scrambling for traction.

Serena narrowed her eyes.

Through the flickering, yellowed lights of the parking garage, she finally caught sight of the chaos.

The Dragon-Thorn Squad, Elyndor's elite tier of special operatives, was currently being led into a slaughter by Drake.

It was painfully obvious this was their first encounter with the mutated monsters born from Obsidian Sun's labs.

The Augments felt no pain. Their muscles were as dense as steel, and their strength defied human limitations.

The Dragon-Thorn operatives were legendary on the battlefield—unstoppable forces of tactical perfection.

But against bullet-absorbing nightmares that simply refused to die, they were being pushed to the brink.

Every man in the squad was bleeding.

Their tactical vests were shredded.

Deep lacerations carved through their arms, shoulders, and torsos.

Blood dripped steadily from their uniforms, pooling on the concrete floor.

Yet, even in the face of certain death, not a single operative showed an ounce of cowardice. Their eyes burned with the iron will of Elyndorian soldiers.

"Die!"

Drake drove a devastating right hook straight into an Augment's jaw.

The monster merely snapped its head back into place, unfazed, before swiping a clawed hand forward, tearing a deep, agonizing trench straight down Drake's forearm.