Luo Xi ended the call; she had gotten what she needed. Donning her disguise mask, she checked her reflection in the mirror, then put on a pair of women's sunglasses. The woman with the changed hairstyle looked at herself in the mirror, "OK, perfect!"
Paying the bill, she picked up a silver suitcase and swiftly vanished into the crowd.
This time, even if she couldn't avenge her former comrades, she was prepared to die alongside them.
No one knew the suitcase she was carrying was filled with bombs!
She had long sought revenge; living in this world was not the life she desired at all!
Captain, my brothers and sisters, I will pay tribute to you with the blood of Miyai. Wait for me!
That moment, her eyes held not a trace of feminine charm or softness but instead a subtle, peculiar sense of iron-blooded determination.
