The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Bitter Sabotage

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That survival background proved her upbringing involved far more than simple field crops; she possessed genuine, apex–predator instincts for wilderness tracking and physical combat.

What, did her village have a tiger infestation or something?

The handlers turned the theory over in their heads, deciding it was the only logical solution.

But still…

“This kid has some absolute rocks,” a SWAT operator muttered with a chuckle.

“Charging a barricade of shooters with nothing but a block of wood.

“It’s not like a cartel operator is some wild animal you can just scare off.”

Another handler grinned, countering, “To be fair, I think I’d rather take my chances with a shooter than a hungry tiger.”

“Haha! No kidding, a tiger won’t try to negotiate a wire transfer before ripping your throat out!”

The tension in the air completely dissolved, the team sharing a light moment.

Before the insertion, their hearts had been tight with anxiety, terrified the extraction would devolve into a messy hostage execution.

After all, these syndicate professionals operated with a highly calculating, ruthless baseline, making them incredibly dangerous to corner.

A single tactical misstep could easily cost an asset’s life.

They never expected Isabella to completely format the entire stronghold single–handed.

Utilizing immediate field interrogations on the two bottleneck scouts, they extracted the coordinates of the primary concrete structure and mobilized a unit to sweep the area.

However, after a thorough search of the perimeter, they couldn’t locate a single trace of Brett, forcing

them to circle back to her position.

“Commander Wayne, the youngest Carter asset is completely missing from the sector,” a handler reported flatly.

The tactical response team delivered the field summary directly.

Within this local task force, nobody was authorized to cite Ethan’s true military rank, utilizing his tactical designation instead to mask his elite profile.

Ethan nodded, turning his focus onto Isabella with a soft gaze.

“How are your stats, Isabella? Hanging in there?”

2:38 pm PTM

Chapter 85 enter Sabotage

His voice carried a rare touch of genuine warmth.

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From the exact second the rescue units breached the grid, Isabella had been guided to a medical vehicle, surrounded by handlers checking her vitals as if she had taken a catastrophic hit.

Isabella looked back at them with a thoroughly deadpan expression.

Shaking her head at Ethan, she replied flatly, “I’m perfectly fine.”

Glancing past his shoulder, her eyes locked onto a moving handler across the yard, her voice dropping as she warned, “Hold your position, don’t touch that line!”

Too bad her warning cleared the channel a fraction of a second too late.

The SWAT operator’s boot clipped a cluster of dusty, ash–colored seed pods, causing them to rupture instantly under the pressure.

In a flash, a plume of acrid, foul–smelling fluid blasted straight into his face; thank god his tactical goggles caught the brunt of the spray, leaving him to frantically wipe the gunk off his visor.

“What the hell is this chemical asset?” the handler spat, thoroughly shaken.

He looked completely bewildered by the sudden environmental trigger.

Within three seconds, an intense, suffocating itch flared all across his skin.

It felt like a swarm of insects was burrowing beneath his pores, spreading with terrifying speed.

Before their eyes, his exposed flesh erupted into a violent mass of crimson blisters that began to leak fluid.

The immediate physical fallout looked incredibly horrific and grotesque.

Isabella stepped forward, casually harvesting a handful of dark, waxy leaves from the brush to rub against his blisters, before holding the crushed stems beneath his nose. “It’s a concentrated botanical toxin; it triggers immediate neurological irritation and mimics the physical markers of advanced malaria.

“You walked straight into a kinetic trigger.

“I set those countermeasures specifically to secure the residential boundary,” she explained flatly.

She broke down her field defense mechanics smoothly.

“The shooters were holding patrol lines right outside the civilian quarters, meaning the split second an alarm tripped, their default reflex would be to seize the locals as human shields.

“So I laid down a defensive perimeter to block their movement.

“This cluster is just an entry–level module.

“You boys better watch your step and stay clear of the brush.

“Wasting energy on a rash is highly inefficient.”

2:38 pm

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