The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80 Quiet Neutralization

Finished

The syndicate squad put on an elaborate show, pacing back and forth along the perimeter of Brett’s concrete house to execute aflawless bodyguard routine.

A few operators even went out of their way to scout the surrounding village lanes, pretending to gather intelligence and map out a clean extraction route for the boy.

After all, if you’re running a simulation, maximum immersion is what makes it fun!

While the squad was thoroughly enjoying the LARP setup, Brett sat on his bench, completely losing his mind.

He watched the fierce–looking leader pull up a broken wooden chair, slouching a short distance away as his fingers casually flipped his Zippo lighter open and shut, asking with a wide smirk, “Place your bets–how long until our scouts lock down Miss Powell?

“Five minutes max?”

He purred with complete amusement.

He picked that specific metric because navigating the rugged terrain from the residential sector back to their facility took at least five minutes even for a seasoned runner.

“Man, I am genuinely dying to see how this wraps up.”

Muttering under his breath, he lazily flicked his radio open to address the squad, “Hey boys, throttle back your physical intensity a bit; don’t execute an immediate takedown or you’re gonna ruin the narrative flow.

“She’s an elite high–society princess, so you gotta give her some tactical breathing room.”

As his broadcast cleared the net, the surrounding syndicate crew burst into another wave of snickers over the earpieces.

A scout barked back instantly, “Relax, boss! We’ll make sure Miss Powell gets the premium, full–immersion experience.”

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While the radio net buzzed with non–stop laughter, Isabella had already ghosted right up to an oblivious operator, her palm locking savagely over his mouth.

CRACK!

Shifting her weight, Isabella ruthlessly drove a hard open–palm strike straight into the side of his neck, formatting the operator completely out of consciousness instantly.

The exact second his eyes rolled back, his pupils remained completely dilated, frozen in profound, unadulterated shock at her speed.

No, this is impossible!

This girl isn’t some coddled, high–society heiress!

12:34 pm PNT

Chapter 80–Quiet Neutralization

Fleished

Her combat mechanics…

How the hell can a teenage girl execute a clean tactical termination this flawlessly?!

Severe panic clawed desperately at his chest as his consciousness began to fade.

But Isabella’s terrifying physical compression completely cut off his vocal cords, choking out any potential distress signal.

Before his neurological system could even process the threat vector, his vision went dark and he collapsed into a heap.

Catching his limp frame before it hit the dirt, Isabella executed a fluid drag, hauling his massive torso clean off the trail and burying him deep inside the thick brush.

Embedded less than ten yards away, a secondary operator had been trading jokes with him just moments ago, and noticing the sudden silence on the line, he knit his brows in confusion.

Orbiting back to check the coordinates, he stared at the completely vacant path, scratching his head as he muttered in deep annoyance, “Damn, you moved out already? Bolting over to scout the secondary sector without flagging it?

“Since when do you hustle this hard for a game?”

The exact split second the words cleared his teeth, Isabella’s silhouette materialized out of thin air right before his eyes.

A dull, heavy thud echoed through the dark field as her fist connected dead–on.

Before the operator’s combat instincts could even register her presence, Isabella’s knuckles drove straight into his jaw line.

The raw kinetic energy practically lifted his heavy frame off the turf, but her fingers snapped around his collar to yank him back down, delivering a brutal, driving knee straight into his solar plexus.

The crushing impact forced the air clean out of his lungs, his eyes rolling back in sheer agony.

He smashed right into the linoleum weeds, passed out cold before his brain could handle the pain.

Meanwhile, across the radio channel, two separate operators caught the brief break in baseline tracking and flagged the anomaly.

“Status update? Did the princess breach your sector?

“Gamma? Epsilon?”

They utilized their specialized syndicate handles to check the network coordinates.

Just as the radio static buzzed through their earpieces, the brush rustled.

A tall silhouette aggressively pushed through the tall weeds, a string of aggressive complaints flying past his lips, “What the hell is your problem?”

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12:34 pm P

Chapter 80–etmet Neutralization

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