The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87 Tactical Precision

Thunderous gunfire echoed across every corner of the settlement.

Isabella’s eyes narrowed to cold slivers, her silhouette pivoting in a fraction of a millisecond to dash straight toward the source.

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Her acute tracking identified the coordinates perfectly; it was the exact sector where she had laid down her countermeasure traps around the civilian quarters.

Meanwhile, on the residential side of the village.

A crowd of local families stood completely paralyzed, watching a body dangling erratically in the air before them.

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The operator was thoroughly tangled in sharp, thorny vines, suspended upside down and swaying violently right above their heads.

Clutching a compact firearm in his panic, he was screaming wildly while discharging random, erratic live rounds.

Terrified by the flying bullets, the villagers frantically dove back into their homes, desperately trying to punch 911 on their phones only to find the entire frequency matrix dead.

While they were shivering inside, Isabella’s silhouette materialized right before the dangling shooter.

Sizing up his blood–soaked features and the wildly vibrating gun in his grip, she flicked a small stone with pinpoint force, shattering his hold and knocking the firearm straight to the dirt.

Stepping into the concrete room, she systematically calmed the traumatized families

Meanwhile, Ethan Wayne and his elite tactical handlers were pushing their convoy hard, closing in on the remote village perimeter.

As they navigated the steep mountain access road, the sound of automatic gunfire cleared their headsets.

Ethan’s jaw tightened instantly, his features hardening into a deadpan scowl.

Gritting his teeth, he barked an immediate, thunderous order over the net, “Hustle! Move it!

“Deploy a flank squad through the rear ravine, and launch the reconnaissance drones from the back ridge line right now.”

The village geography was exceptionally treacherous, but an alternative tactical approach was still viable if planned correctly.

However, executing a route like that demanded peak physical parameters and high–end military hardware.

The local police precinct lacked the administrative clearance to mobilize these specialized assets on short

notice.

And the syndicate certainly wasn’t going to grant them a generous operational window.

2:38 pm PTM

Chapter 57–Factical Precision

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But Ethan operated on a completely different level, possessing direct executive authorization to deploy the gear instantly.

Consequently, he had closed the distance with full black–ops support in record time.

Yet a heavy knot formed in his chest at the thought that they might still be a second too late.

Seething with silent frustration, he led his heavily armed handlers as they aggressively breached the village boundary.

But the exact second they cleared the entrance road, their visual arrays locked onto two bodies hanging upside down right over the narrow trail.

Ethan and his squad stared back in utter, profound bewilderment

Every single tactical handler went completely rigid, their jaws dropping under their visors.

Meanwhile, after stabilizing the local families, Isabella systematically cleared the remaining countermeasure triggers surrounding their quarters.

While the payloads weren’t lethal, a civilian accidentally tripping a wire would still take a highly uncomfortable hit.

Right as she finalized the sweep, Ethan’s tactical squad surged into the residential sector.

Catching sight of her calm profile and the blood–soaked cartel shooter dangling from the branches beside her, the handlers collectively gasped behind their masks.

Even though their intelligence had prepared them for an anomaly, witnessing a teenage girl expertly disarming high–grade traps left them with a profound sense of absurdity.

The elite SWAT operators under Ethan’s command were particularly stunned.

They stared blankly at Isabella, their eyes widening to the absolute limit,

Every single handler stood completely paralyzed by her sheer mechanical execution.

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How the hell is this even humanly possible?! She actually handles this like a seasoned expert!

In fact, the precision she displayed while mapping and extracting the nodes looked infinitely more professional than their own field standard.

On top of that, these custom triggers,which the team was carefully scanning with their tactical lights, were masterfully engineered to an absolute, unassailable standard.

The entire squad sank into a heavy, speechless silence.

Even if they mobilized their top explosive ordnance specialists, there was zero chance they could mirror her fluid grace and absolute control.

An operator nudged his teammate, his voice a low whisper.

12:38 pm PTM

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