PROLOGUE

The scorching sun hung low in the hazy sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling Middle Eastern landscape. Sand dunes stretched for miles, interrupted only by rugged mountains that stood as silent witnesses to the clandestine activities unfolding below.

In a dimly lit room, the air was thick with tension and the acrid scent of uncertainty. Traffickers and arms dealers, clad in dusty attire, huddled around a table cluttered with blueprints, encrypted devices, and stacks of cash. Their low murmurs echoed against the weathered walls as they negotiated deals that would send shockwaves through the region.

As the clandestine meeting progressed, a figure moved stealthily through the shadows, navigating the labyrinthine passages with the grace of a panther. The girl, clad in a sleek black ensemble, expertly avoided the watchful eyes of guards and surveillance cameras. Her piercing gaze betrayed a determination that rivaled the harsh landscape she traversed.

Entering the room unnoticed, she surveyed the scene with a mix of caution and resolve. Her eyes darted towards the table, analyzing the types of arms being prepared for an important foreign deal. In the pockets of her fitted attire, cutting-edge gadgets, and tools awaited deployment as she prepared to gather crucial intelligence and her belongings.

A person entered the room with silent composure, approached one of the men, and whispered something with a serious face. She hastened her work, searching for important papers and her belongings, fully aware that her identity could be revealed at any moment.

The person showed him some photos, and other men nearby saw them without any expression. She felt the change in the environment, signaling that she was now fully exposed. The men glanced at each other and exchanged knowing looks with a nod. They turned off their gun safeties and silently picked up their knives while moving towards her. She was aware of every slightest sound made by them.

Approaching her, they turned smirks into dark and determined expressions, veiling their weapons behind seemingly friendly smiles. Her hands moved down to her holster as she picked up her gun and deftly dodged an attack from a man, punching him in the jaw and throwing him aside to lose his grip on his gun. Seizing this opportunity, she twisted his hand, breaking it, and fired bullets, eliminating three men.

Using the fallen man as a shield, she defended herself against bullets, firing with both hands. Another man entered the room with a gun, throwing the dead man she used as a shield and firing towards her. She evaded the bullet but was forcefully thrown down. Quickly regaining her composure, she shot him in the forehead, moving towards the main exit and dispatching the remaining armed men.

A man tried to push her, but she used her legs to make him fall, slitting his neck with a concealed knife. Using him as cover, she mercilessly eliminated the remaining threats. Most of the men were now dead. She stood only to be hit by a punch on her jaw and stomach. Attempting to counter, she kicked, but he used his knife to inflict a deep wound on her shoulder. Blood fell from her mouth as she turned him down, using her legs to kill him with his own knife.

Another assailant made her stand by grabbing her hair, delivering a punch to her face. She retaliated by firing her gun at his lower waist, unbeknownst to him. With time ticking away, she threw a bomb, jumped out of the window, witnessing a blast with a deafening noise. She advanced towards her main mission.

Meanwhile, someone observed all this on CCTV in his office. Panic and danger were evident on his face. He ran in the opposite direction, constantly looking back in fear. On the other hand, she moved confidently towards his direction with a gun in her hand, a knife in her pocket, and blood dripping from her shoulder after the previous fight. Spotting him, she dodged a bullet easily, retaliating with a shot of her own. BANG...

The game of predator and prey continued, but in this universe, the predator always found its prey. He was ultimately caught in a shallow alley with a brick wall next to him. Shaking with fear, he looked back at her, who had a smirk on her lips. "My chase and your fight are over. You should surrender now," she told him with a hint of amusement. "I... I surrender," he lifted his hand and came to his knees.

CLICK... Her gun was pressed to his forehead. "Wh-why are you doing this? Just kill me like others or le-leave me. I promise I won't tell anyone," he asked with a hesitant look. "Guess," she said. "I might spare you for the correct answer." Recognition flashed in his eyes. She seemed pleased by his reaction and smirked.

"I think you got it right, so why not skip all this and tell me what I want to know. Tell me." "No... You may think you have the upper hand right now, but in a few seconds, another unit will find us, and you will be killed brutally. Or maybe... maybe used for other things," he smiled with an evil glint and fake confidence.

"Shut up," this triggered her anger, and she punched him in the jaw, using the back of the gun to render him unconscious. "Aaah!" He woke up in a dimly lighted room with her splashing cold water on him. "Ah! I see I woke you up from your precious sleep, my dearest sorry."

"Where am I?" he was a complete mess, tied to a chair with his hands behind. "Umm... I guess far away from the previous one. You know what... this seems to be a perfect place to kill anyone, and tortures can be given in the best possible way here without the threat of anyone coming," she mocked him, using his own words.

Fear was evident in his eyes, but he refused to answer. "Oops! I thought you were kind enough to help me, but no worries. I still have a beautiful way. Maybe a cute little boy and his family can tell me. I heard that he is too kind and affectionate to be the next heir." This triggered something in him, and he begged her to leave them, insisting that he didn't know anything.

She tortured him with a knife, describing all the ways she could use to harm his child. "Please... no," he begged, but she did not stop. Shaking in fear and worn out, he told her to stop in a shaky voice. "I... I will tell... you." She ceased her torture with the knife, grabbing him by his hair to make him look at her.
Completely exhausted and on the verge of fainting, he whispered to stop and, in a shaky faint voice, said, "Italy, bu-but... I don't know th-the place." She smiled and released him, only to shoot him in the middle of his forehead.