Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 506

"I'm Lance Carrington, Captain of the Warwolf Special Ops Squad."

"Phoenix Prescott."

The two shared a brief handshake.

Then, Lance led Phoenix around the camp, giving her a superficial tour of the standard training facilities.

It wasn't until they stepped into the deafening live-fire shooting range that Lance finally stopped.

He turned around, revealing his true intentions as he delivered the main event. "Ms. Prescott, I hear you're Captain Yara's chosen successor. You must have learned a lot from her, right?"

Phoenix raised an eyebrow, playing along smoothly. "Yara did teach me a few things."

"Perfect!" Lance waved a hand, and a soldier who had been waiting on standby immediately ran over with two brand-new assault rifles.

Lance slammed one of the guns onto the shooting counter, staring at Phoenix with a provocative glint in his eye. "How about... we have a little match? Ten rounds each, highest score wins. Do you have the guts to humor me, Ms. Prescott?"

Phoenix glanced carelessly at the gun in Lance's hand, a faint smile touching her lips. "Why should I compete with you?"

"What, are you scared, Ms. Prescott?"

"Tsk, Captain Yara's successor only has this much nerve?"

"Did Captain Yara go blind? A coward like this deserves her backing?"

The surrounding soldiers burst into undisguised laughter, their harsh mockery echoing through the air.

Phoenix's expression remained completely unchanged; she didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

She knew better than anyone that the hazing had begun the second she stepped through the gates.

If she couldn't suppress these arrogant soldiers, she would never be able to hold onto the military connections and resources Yara left behind.

Lance crossed his arms, staring at Phoenix with deep amusement, patiently waiting for her to embarrass herself.

"I thought you guys would come up with a decent challenge, but... this is it?" Phoenix sighed softly, shaking her head.

Before her words even finished echoing, her body moved like a blur, closing the distance like a phantom.

Lance's pupils shrank, his nerves snapping taut. Just as he tried to react, his hand suddenly felt light.

The heavy sidearm was already secured firmly in Phoenix's palm.

She raised the gun with one hand, not even pausing to aim, and ruthlessly pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The deafening roar of gunfire chained together as ten rounds unloaded without a single millisecond of hesitation.

As the smoke cleared, the crowd stood utterly stunned by her explosive suddenness.

When they finally focused on the distant target, someone immediately scoffed.

"Hah, looked intimidating enough. Turns out you only hit it once, and the other nine missed completely?"

The surrounding soldiers all rolled their eyes simultaneously.

Her obnoxious flexing was really rubbing them the wrong way.

Despite their complaints, logistics quickly brought over a crisp, new camouflage uniform.

When Phoenix walked out of the tent after changing, the noisy training ground fell into an eerie silence for a split second.

The sharply tailored uniform traced her lean, powerful lines, and her long hair was tied up high, making her look strikingly formidable.

What was even more shocking was the cold, lethal aura radiating from her every movement—she didn't lose an inch of ground to any combat veteran present.

The crowd was secretly alarmed: Had this woman... really never been on a battlefield? If she hadn't crawled out of a pile of corpses, where did this bone-deep thirst for blood come from?

Little did they know, in a meat grinder like Blackwood Penitentiary, life-or-death struggles were a daily occurrence.

The blood Phoenix had shed there had long ago tempered her into an unsheathed blade.

"Let's do this." Phoenix stomped her combat boots on the ground, sweeping a lazy, utterly provocative gaze over the crowd.

"I'll take you on!" A lean, hawk-eyed soldier strode out of the ranks.

"Grant, you're the absolute best in our company when it comes to fitness. You have to teach her a lesson!"

"Yeah! Break her ego!"

The man called Grant grinned, thumping his chest hard. "Don't worry, I've got this one in the bag."