She was biting a fruit candy in her mouth, her hands crossed her chest as she gazed upon her "masterpiece".
Her languid eyes narrowed, curling into a contemptuous smile, with pretty lips turned upwards, void of any ripples, as if the explosion in front of her wasn't a bomb, but beautiful fireworks, seemingly harmless to her.
She tilted her head, pushed the candy in her mouth to the side of her cheek, then leisurely hopped down from the tree. She had planted bombs at several important points of the base, and by now, most of the valuable items inside were almost destroyed.
Who would have thought to consider the consequences of bringing her here, and leaving bomb-making materials in the laboratory?
After all, they drew 400 cc of her blood.
If she didn't recoup her losses, she would be at a significant disadvantage.
Moreover ―
She had already caused such a commotion, could the true puppet master behind the scenes still remain calm?
Although it was just one of many bases.
