The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 81

A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body

Chapter 81 Inside the Net

“You’ve even got your eyes covered.”

Right as the words left their mouths, the silhouette from the brush closed the gap.

Isabella slowly raised her head, flashing a grin as she chirped, “Because I can’t let you see my face!”

She spoke in Epsilon’s exact voice, but her hands moved like lightning.

Her arm snapped forward with a lethal crack.

A sharp branch in her grip whipped through the air, piercing the shooter’s shoulder before she slammed a heavy palm into his jaw.

The brutal impact knocked him out cold instantly.

In a blur of motion, she materialized in front of the second shooter, driving her wooden blade straight against his windpipe and wrenching it tight.

“Hand over your radios and comms gear right now.”

Isabella’s eyes were sharp as shards of ice.

She tightened her grip on the wooden blade, choking the man until his eyes rolled back in pure agony.

The operator looked completely mortified.

The mocking grin that had just graced his lips twisted into a hideous mask of raw terror, making his face look utterly ridiculous.

He couldn’t comprehend how Isabella had suddenly mimicked Epsilon perfectly.

This made absolutely zero sense.

That voice just now was dead–on.

Hold on a second.

Are Gamma and Epsilon completely wiped out by her?!

Within a split second, goosebumps broke out all over his skin.

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It was pathetic that they actually thought they were pampering a rich princess in a game.

Turns out they were the ones getting toyed with all along!

How the h*ll was her physical power this terrifying?!

This combat execution outclassed even elite special forces mercenaries.

While the man was drowning in absolute awe, Isabella lowered her blade with a deadpan expression.

12:37 pm PTM

Chapter 81 inside the Net

In a normal civilian’s hands, that wooden weapon would be harmless junk.

But in Isabella’s grip, i arried the lethal edge of live steel.

Had she not intentionally held back her raw strength, he would already be a corpse.

Feeling the agonizing suffocation and sharp pain stabbing through his windpipe, the shooter snapped back to reality, frantically scrambling to pull out his radio and mobile device.

He tried to squeeze a few desperate words past his throat to warn her that stealing the comms was useless and escaping with Brett was impossible, but Isabella cut him off by knocking him out cold with a swift strike.

When she released her grip, a violent purple bruise was already forming around the man’s neck.

If he had moved any slower, Isabella would have choked him into unconsciousness anyway.

A fraction more force would have crushed his trachea entirely.

Isabella secured his mobile device, running a quick diagnostic only to find the network bars completely dead.

The abandoned village was blanketed by a high–grade signal jammer.

It was undoubtedly in the personal custody of the fierce–looking leader.

Isabella’s expression remained perfectly flat, completely unfazed.

Did they honestly think the cartel boss would let her run a simulation without establishing a hard perimeter?

What if she used the opening to slip away or call the federal authorities?

Naturally, he had implemented foolproof countermeasures.

These operators were clearly seasoned contract killers, so packing military–grade hardware was to be expected.

Slipping the mobile into her uniform pocket for later use, she locked her focus onto the tactical radio.

The cartel leader had only supplied her with the override code to cut individual frequencies.

But Isabella had only requested that specific metric as a deceptive smoke screen to blindside them.

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