The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 82

A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body

Chapter 82 Total Infiltration

At this point, the fierce–looking leader was actively probing the network for a response.

But he hadn’t linked the anomaly to Isabella’s coordinates just yet.

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He assumed the boys were simply getting too hyper–focused on the hunt and forgot to broadcast their status updates.

Suddenly, the static on Isabella’s tactical radio buzzed back to life as she keyed the mic.

“Hustle, hustle, hustle!”

“Miss Powell is moving into the sector!”

“Gamma, seal off the rear exit right now!”

“Hold your line, don’t let her break cover!”

“Dammit, Epsilon, you useless idiot! I told you to throw her a bone, not let her glide clean past you!”

“What the h*ll are you doing blocking my crosshairs?!”

Over the secure channel, the air was filled with a chaotic symphony of frantic callouts.

Had anyone been standing beside Isabella right now, their mind would have been thoroughly blown by her flawless vocal mimicry.

Aside from Gamma, who had been completely formatted out of consciousness without a peep, she perfectly replicated every single operator’s voice.

On top of that, she perfectly mixed in heavy breathing and realistic tracking feedback to simulate a hot pursuit.

“Ah, damn, why is she throwing around sawdust to blind us?”

“She’s slick as an absolute eel…”

A chorus of frantic voices continued to flood the transmission line.

Listening to the chaotic updates, the fierce–looking leader completely relaxed his guard.

“You bunch of reckless punks.”

He let out a soft, amused chuckle, chiding them, “Watch your corners and don’t execute a messy line that hurts our own crew.”

He didn’t believe for a second that Isabella could ever evade his professional unit, but he didn’t want the boys getting too carried away playing nice and causing a friendly fire incident.

Or crashing into each other in their rush to tag the girl, ending up breaking a teammate’s ribs.

2:37 pm PTM

Chapter 82 Fetal Infiltration

Right as a smug grin graced his features, a sudden gust of wind cut through the room.

Isabella’s silhouette dropped clean out of the ceiling beams like a descending wraith.

Her boots slammed down with pinpoint precision right on top of him.

Fibiched

Slamming her full body weight directly onto his torso, her fingers snapped around his shoulder joints with crushing force; the cartel boss let out a muffled grunt as his arm instantly went limp, completely shutting down his reflex to draw his firearm.

The veteran killer’s combat mechanics were exceptionally elite, his reaction speed nearly instantaneous, but Isabella’s grip was already locked onto his wrist, and with a clean crack, she shattered the bone instantly.

Driving his massive frame flat onto the floorboards, her boot came down on his skull with a driving grind, formatting the fierce leader clean into unconsciousness.

Isabella immediately knelt to execute a rapid tactical sweep of his person, while across the room, Brett sat completely paralyzed with awe.

He couldn’t even process what vector Isabella had utilized to breach the secure room.

Within a single millisecond, she had materialized out of thin air and laid the untouchable cartel boss flat on the ground.

He stared blankly at her with eyes wide as flying saucers.

Just then, the tactical radio that had slipped onto the concrete floor began to crackle with an urgent transmission.

“Boss, report status? Your receiver just broadcasted/an anomalous physical impact, what’s happening?”

Over the net, several urgent voices continued to cycle through, belonging to the remaining shooters in the village.

Brett’s features turned completely rigid.

He stared in absolute horror at the comms unit vibrating on the floor.

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The green transmit light was still glowing brightly, meaning the entire physical takedown had been broadcasted live across their secure network.

What do we do now?!

These cartel killers were exceptionally paranoid and calculating.

They were bound to flag the anomaly and lock down the perimeter immediately!

Heavy beads of cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

Isabella’s face remained perfectly serene and deadpan.

After stripping the boss of his critical assets, she casually retrieved the radio from the floor, keyed the mic,

12:37 pm P

Chapter 82 Total infiltration

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and drawled in his exact voice. “Status is green. That Powell girl just made a clumsy run through the courtyard.

“The brat actually tried to run a basic diversion on our line.

“I spent a minute putting her back in her place

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