Next to Tropical Land, on the roof of a building with an open view.
Chianti lay behind a concrete railing, aiming her PSG-1 sniper rifle, her left eye, tattooed with a swallowtail butterfly, slightly narrowed.
The crosshairs were firmly locked on the pink-haired woman below, jogging along a park path, her chest bouncing with each stride.
"What a beautiful prey. Run a little faster, and I'll be able to shoot soon."
Chianti licked her lips, her face flushed with excitement.
She couldn't wait to see the beautiful prey's head explode.
Not far from her.
Korn was silent as a stone, aiming his M24 SWS sniper rifle. While targeting Billy, he occasionally glanced at the spinning Ferris wheel in the park.
"Don't lose focus."
Chianti reminded her partner.
However, just as Chianti held her breath, her fingertip about to pull the trigger—
A green shadow appeared silently behind Korn, swift as a ghost.
Bang!
A dull thud.
It wasn't a gunshot, but the sound of a blunt object hitting flesh.
Chianti caught a glimpse of Korn out of the corner of her eye; his large body slumped softly.
Her heart skipped a beat. Knowing an enemy had snuck up, she tried to dodge.
A cold blade was already pressed against her carotid artery.
An expressionless silver-haired girl had appeared beside her, her amber eyes seemingly devoid of any emotion.
"Don't move," Anby's voice was flat.
Chianti's entire body stiffened, cold sweat instantly soaking her clothes.
Damn it! Where did this woman come from?
She had clearly checked the rooftop earlier, and there was no one else.
Several teams of peripheral members were also stationed in the stairwell as lookouts.
Could this person have climbed up the exterior wall of the building?
And Korn was taken down without even realizing it.
Is this girl a monster?!
"Don't kill me! I surrender. I'll tell you anything you want to know!"
Chianti raised her hands, decisively giving in.
Information belonged to the Organization, but her life was her own. She knew which was more important.
Besides, Korn was already unconscious.
Even if she leaked information, no one would know.
But contrary to her thoughts, Anby didn't ask for any information about the Black Organization.
Instead, she gently pressed the blade and uttered three words: "Take off your clothes."
"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."
Chianti asked in a panic, thinking she had misheard.
Anby repeated expressionlessly, "Take off your clothes, quickly."
"Ah?!"
Chianti was completely dumbfounded, her mind a blank.
Take... take off her clothes? In this place?
She looked at Anby's beautiful, expressionless face, which didn't seem to be joking.
An absurd thought, uncontrollably, popped into her head. Is this person a lesbian? Is she interested in me? Does she want to get close to me in this open-air setting?
Chianti felt a bit humiliated, but the knife Anby held to her neck told her she seemed to have no choice.
Driven by humiliation and the will to survive, Chianti came up with a plan.
Wasn't the other party interested in her?
Perhaps she could use that to her advantage.
Chianti forced herself to squeeze out what she thought was a seductive smile, pretending her voice trembled as she said, "Little sister, don't be so impatient... Big sister will take them off now..."
As she spoke, she slowly raised her hand, feigning to unbutton her jacket.
Her fingers, however, secretly slid towards the edge of her bra.
There, she had hidden a small silver Luger pistol.
"The gun, throw it on the ground." Anby was too lazy to listen to the other party play dumb and stated directly, "The one you have hidden in your bra. Please believe me, my knife will be faster than your gun."
Chianti's smile instantly froze, and her blood ran cold.
Why did the other party know about this?!
Chianti roared in her heart.
The location where she hid her gun was an absolute secret, she had never told anyone.
Could it be that the other party had installed surveillance in her room?
Although she already knew the Organization was as porous as a sieve, the other side's intelligence capability was too terrifying.
"Throw it." Anby seemed to have lost her patience, pressing the blade even closer.
Chianti felt the coolness on her neck, and her last hope shattered.
She dared not make any more small movements, her fingers trembling, as she pulled out the small Luger pistol from her bra.
Like dropping a hot potato, she threw the pistol she once considered her lifeline onto the ground.
Anby blinked, urging, "Keep undressing."
Chianti felt she had lost her dignity. Under Anby's emotionless gaze, she humiliatingly began to follow orders.
Starting with the black bodysuit, black tight pants, black leather shoes, black gloves... Damn it! Not even her socks could stay on?!
Just as Chianti was down to her underwear and short shorts.
Anby finally let her go, turning to point at Korn, who was lying unconscious on the ground: "Now you go and take off that big guy's clothes."
Chianti was utterly bewildered now.
Taking off her own wasn't enough? She had to take off Korn's too?!
What kind of perverted request was this?!
Did she like watching other people undress?
Or did she want to see... Chianti shivered, feeling like she was going crazy.
But Anby's cold blade reminded her that she had no choice.
Taking a deep breath, she walked over to Korn, who lay like a dead pig, and awkwardly stripped him of his gear and black vest.
With each item removed, Chianti felt her dignity being trampled a little more.
As she struggled to pull off Korn's pants, she cursed Anby madly in her heart.
With the most malicious imagination, she speculated on Anby's twisted preferences.
When Korn was stripped down to just his underwear, lying on the ground like a white pig ready for slaughter, Chianti's nerves were stretched to their limit.
"Do I have to keep going?" she asked with a trembling voice, a last shred of hope.
Anby did not answer.
Chianti felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, her vision went black, and she completely lost consciousness.
Anby expressionlessly looked at the unconscious man and woman on the ground, and the scattered clothes and equipment.
She neatly took off the backpack from her back and began to stuff things into it.
Sniper rifles, silver Luger pistols, clothes, pants, even Chianti's original socks were not spared, all packed inside.
After doing all this, Anby pulled out her phone and dialed the police.
She imitated a scene she had seen in a movie, reading with insincere delivery:
"Hello? Police? This is Beika Town, Tropical Land, on the roof of the tallest building.
There's a man and a woman, both naked, fighting. The woman is about to be beaten to death, screaming 'Ah ah ah' that she can't take it anymore and is going to die.
Her voice is very loud... Yes... Please come quickly... It's very noisy... My child has an entrance exam, if she doesn't get into Tokyo University, will you be responsible?"
After hanging up the phone, Anby slung the heavy backpack over her shoulders and disappeared silently over the edge of the rooftop, just as she had arrived.
Looking at her bulging backpack, Anby's lips curved slightly, her joy like that of a farmer with a bountiful harvest.
"With so many things, I should be able to sell them for a lot of money. Nicole will be very happy."