"Let's just skip this boring question! I'm here to find him!" 2B said expressionlessly, pointing at the gunman.
At her words, the gunman's face twisted in horror. Though he didn't recognize the girl before him, he knew all too well what he'd done.
The moment she singled him out, he understood instantly—and without hesitation, he opened fire wildly, hoping to strike first.
But to his shock, every bullet he fired was deflected by the samurai sword in 2B's hands.
The sight left everyone in the room stunned.
"How is this possible?!" they gasped, eyes wide with disbelief.
Before they could recover, 2B—who had been standing just over ten meters away—leapt forward in a blur and landed directly before them.
A flash of steel followed.
In an instant, only one of the four men remained standing—the very gunman 2B had been after.
Without a word, she drove her sword through his shoulder, pinning him to the wall like a skewered insect.
A shrill, pig-like scream tore from his throat—utterly devoid of the cruelty he'd shown moments before.
Instead of pulling the blade free, 2B flicked her wrist.
The sword vibrated violently, sending fresh waves of agony through the man's body.
"If you want this to end quickly," she said coldly, "answer my questions honestly. Lie to me or waste my time, and I'll make you beg for death."
Terror gripped the man. His face had gone deathly pale from blood loss, but at her words, he nodded frantically, too afraid to even speak.
"Who ordered the hit on the head of the Morgan family?"
"T-Tombstone!" he stammered. "It was Tombstone! Please, miss—spare me! I'm just a low-level thug! I had no choice!"
Rather than relent, 2B yanked the sword free and plunged it into his other shoulder. His scream grew even more piercing.
"I told you," she said, voice icy, "I don't want excuses. Who is this 'Tombstone'?"
"He's… one of Kingpin's top lieutenants," the man gasped through the pain. "He runs the underground casinos for the Kingpin syndicate—Kingpin's most trusted enforcer."
"Kingpin?" 2B's eyes narrowed. "So this was the Kingpin gang's doing?"
"That doesn't make sense!" came Loren's voice in her earpiece, laced with skepticism. "A mob boss like Kingpin wouldn't dare target a powerhouse like the Morgan family. It's absurd. There's more to this than meets the eye."
Although he was still in the manor's underground laboratory, he could monitor 2B's situation in real time through network communication.
Not only that—he could also remotely control her body to perform various actions, just like playing a video game.
But his "game" was terrifyingly real. Every person he killed was flesh and blood—nothing like the harmless pixels of ordinary electronic games.
"Boss, should we keep interrogating him?" 2B asked, frowning.
"He's just a small fry," Loren replied. "Even if we keep pressing him, he won't give us anything useful. Let's just kill him."
"No, no, please! Don't kill me! I'll do anything—anything you want!" The man trembled so violently at Loren's words that he nearly lost control of his bladder.
"Really? Anything?" Loren asked with a mocking grin.
"Yes! Anything!" The man nodded frantically, almost collapsing to his knees in a desperate kowtow.
"Excellent," Loren said calmly. "Then go to hell."
To him, taking a life was as trivial as crushing an ant.
…
The moment Loren finished speaking, 2B didn't hesitate. Her katana flashed—and the man's head rolled to the ground like a discarded ball.
His eyes remained wide open, filled with disbelief and resentment.
Even in death, he couldn't fathom how someone so beautiful could be so utterly ruthless—far more merciless than any terrorist he'd ever encountered.
After dispatching the gunman, 2B flicked the blood from her blade, then tossed it behind her. The sword hovered midair and settled into place on her back—a feature of the advanced combat android's proprietary black technology.
Just then, a clamor of footsteps erupted outside the factory. Within seconds, over a dozen heavily armed drug traffickers blocked the entrance.
Watching the scene unfold from his underground lab in New York, Loren felt not fear—but exhilaration.
"I'm bored with experiments," he muttered to himself. "Time for some fun."
He seized direct control of 2B's body.
On his monitor, the live feed from 2B's visual sensors streamed in crystal clarity. With a game controller in hand, Loren maneuvered her through the chaos like a seasoned player in a first-person shooter.
Since 2B's body was made of reinforced alloy, she felt no pain. Even as a dozen gunmen opened fire, Loren remained calm—confident not only in her durability but in his own skill.
And by "skill," he meant both the cutting-edge robotics at his command and his mastery of virtual combat.
Under his control, 2B became a cold, efficient killing machine.
Though outnumbered, she wiped out all twelve traffickers in under three minutes—dispatching them as effortlessly as slicing melons.
Still, the barrage left dozens of bullet holes in her synthetic skin.
For a combat android, however, the damage was purely cosmetic—ugly, perhaps, but functionally insignificant.
Once the last trafficker fell, Loren relinquished control back to 2B.
At that moment, a crisp system notification chimed in his mind:
[Congratulations! You have participated in the family revenge mission and successfully eliminated the target. Reward unlocked: Anti-Gravity Drone Technology.]