On the ship, the fire raged, engulfing the two lower decks, and the vessel was sinking fast.
Specter chased the Sigma Network's leader to the third deck but found no sign of him. “Tsk. The old geezer's pretty nimble for someone with one foot in the grave.”
“Luella—”
She tried to radio Luella to check on her situation but received no reply, no matter how many times she called.
“Is the walkie-talkie broken, or… Luella isn't in trouble, is she?”
At that thought, Juniper’s expression turned grim, and she began frantically searching for the Sigma Network leader.
Suddenly, she sensed faint footsteps approaching from behind. She spun around, dodging and raising her gun in a single fluid motion.
“Don’t move.”
The barrel of her gun was pressed firmly against the back of the person's head.
“Don’t shoot, it’s me,” Luella panted, having just climbed up.
“Luella?” Recognizing her, Juniper's gaze darkened. She yanked Luella into a safe corner and snapped, “I told you to watch over the men. What are you doing here?”
The leader of the Sigma Network was not one of his underlings who could be dealt with easily. If Luella ran into him, with her skills, she wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.
“I…” Luella had never seen Juniper this angry. Her face went pale as she stammered, “I was worried you were in trouble, so I…”
“Bang—!”
Before she could finish, a hail of bullets flew toward them.
“Sigma Network’s men are here.” Juniper shielded Luella, her expression grave. “Stay hidden here. Don’t show yourself. I’m going to find their leader.”
“No—” Luella refused, retorting coldly, “Are we friends or not?”
The Sigma Network leader reached the top deck, with Specter in hot pursuit. The chase consumed a significant amount of ammunition. Both were filled with a simmering rage, their attacks growing fiercer and more ruthless.
The Sigma Network leader fired three shots, nearly hitting Specter in the heart. Specter returned fire, narrowly missing his temple.
With the last shot, the Sigma Network leader dodged so forcefully that the sandalwood bracelet on his wrist flew off.
“Clack—”
Shanley’s eyes darkened, and he instinctively reached for it, only to be met with another bullet from his opponent. The shot tore through his shirt collar, the hole still smoking.
“Nowhere left to run?” Juniper’s voice, distorted by a changer, came out in an old man's tone. “This ship will be completely engulfed in flames in ten minutes. If you want to live, your only option is to jump. It's time we settled our score.”
“Settle it?” Shanley rubbed his wrist, a grim smile playing on his lips. “And how do you propose we do that?”
“By getting my revenge, of course,” Juniper purred through the voice changer, adjusting her position as she spoke, her tone cold and arrogant. “Three years ago, you shot me and put me in a hospital bed for three months. It's only fair I take your life today, wouldn't you agree?”

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