The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73 No Exit

Naturally, every single word that cleared his lips was a complete fabrication.

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While maintaining her insufferable tantrum, Isabella calmly ran a precise calculation tracking their transit time, mileage, and geographic vectors.

Activating her immense telepathic focus, her brain systematically mapped out the terrain, forming a clear digital layout of their surroundings.

They were currently tracking west, heading deep into the rural outskirts of the city.

A dilapidated, abandoned village emerged at the edge of her grid; that was their exact tactical destination.

Blighted rural settlements like this were incredibly common along the city lines.

The majority of the working population had long since migrated inward or left the sector to find industrial labor.

Consequently, the village housed nothing but a handful of elderly residents who were physically frail, visually impaired, and easily managed with minor distractions.

This environment handed the syndicate a perfect operational sanctuary.

Securing an abandoned concrete house after tossing a few hundred dollars to a local caretaker, the structure became their primary base.

The layout was completely isolated, surrounded by dense brush and entirely devoid of civilian traffic.

The second any foreign asset breached the perimeter or a vehicle approached the entrance, the scouts would catch it instantly.

Turning the data over in her mind, Isabella mapped out their entire tactical framework.

They intended to hold both her and Brett inside this concrete house as their primary leverage point.

Their calculations were highly systematic and their discipline exceptional, indicating this wasn’t a sudden abduction but a long–term premeditated strike.

While she processed the threat variables, the transport rumbled past the ruined village line.

The exact second the wheels stopped, the operators pushed both Brett and Isabella out into the courtyard, casually feeding her a line about an exclusive rural retreat before an immersive LARP session, completely writing her off as a classic brainless heiress.

The iron doors slammed shut, sealing both Brett and Isabella inside the damp concrete structure.

Isabella and Brett exchanged a deep, silent look.

Left completely isolated, Brett thoroughly dropped his act and erupted in a frantic whisper.

“Isabella! What the h*ll were you thinking walking into this?!

Chapter 73–No Exit

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“Do you have any idea how lethally dangerous these people actually are?!”

Gripping her by the shoulders, he pitched his voice to an imperceptible murmur right against her ear.

He didn’t dare raise his voice, terrified of exposing the fact that Isabella was fully aware of the crisis.

Brett might be useless in a fight, but he understood that if she kept playing the brainless girl, the captors would maintain a softer baseline.

After all, criminals preferred their targets completely passive rather than executing random scenes that could compromise the operation.

While they possessed plenty of violent systems to force her into compliance, a perfectly submissive hostage made their schedule infinitely smoother.

“You seriously have some nerve talking to me like that.”

Isabella murmured, her brows narrowing slightly.

Executing a rapid telepathic sweep of the room to verify that no hidden audio or visual surveillance was active, she locked onto Brett’s eyes. “How did you manage to get yourself tangled up with a cartel?

“And where the h*ll is your security detail?”

“I…“Brett stammered out, his face flushing with embarrassment.

“I received an encrypted alert…

“Anyway, the short story is I walked straight into a custom–built trap.

“What’s the play now? Getting pinned inside a remote structure like this means our escape metrics are practically zero.”

He muttered, his expression completely drained.

They were currently locked deep inside an isolated rural room.

The structure was anchored right against the base of a dense mountain ravine.

The moment any tactical alarm tripped at the entrance, the operators could easily haul them out into the brush before responders arrived.

Once the extraction moved into the deep forest, tracking their coordinates would be an absolute nightmare.

On top of that…

Brett pressed his lips into a tight line, his eyes dark.

The exact split second they rolled past the perimeter, he noticed a few operators separate from the convoy, melting into the shadows near the access road.

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