She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 745

The mercenaries exchanged wary glances. Her flawless approach demanded immediate respect.

Sigrid noticed the commotion and turned her gaze toward the boat. Her initial irritation morphed into utter shock, which quickly soured into intense disdain when she took in Loyce's youthful, slender appearance.

She didn't even bother switching to a private channel. "I thought you said it was a man," she snapped at Blood Wolf. "Do you even know who she is?"

Blood Wolf was equally bewildered. Hugo had explicitly stated that Mr. X himself was joining the squad. How the hell was X a woman?!

His brain short-circuited as he muttered to himself, "Did Hugo play me? Or is this just a massive screw-up?"

Sigrid sneered directly at Loyce. "Let me guess, Hank Lonsdale paid off the syndicate to get you a spot on this boat. Sending his little sister into a meat grinder? I guess the rumors about you being the Lonsdale family's precious princess are heavily exaggerated."

Loyce didn't even blink. Ignoring the insult entirely, she dropped her bag and gave Blood Wolf a curt nod. "I recommend shifting the insertion point to the third cove on the northern perimeter. The currents are milder, and the mangrove density provides superior concealment. Your current drop zone on the southeast sector has massive mudflats at low tide. We'll leave tracks."

Her voice was clinical and totally unfazed.

One of the mercenaries, an amphibious assault specialist, immediately bristled. "How the hell would you know that? We ran thermal and tidal topography models on this entire rock—"

She cut him off, pointing to the specific shade of algae and coarse sand clinging to her wetsuit. "I scouted the alternate drop zones on my way in. The flora and sediment grain size at the northern cove confirm slow-moving water and minimal subsurface obstacles. As for your southeast mudflats, the low-tide line is littered with fresh wading bird tracks and shattered bivalve shells. It means the flats are exposed for extended periods. Our footprints would be visible for hours."

The brutal, forensic breakdown instantly shut the specialist up. In a blackout zone with zero satellite support, primitive tracking instincts were infinitely more valuable than a tablet.

Even Sigrid's scowl faltered. She shot Loyce a critical look, realizing this woman wasn't just a pretty face.

Blood Wolf swallowed hard. "Who... exactly are you?"

"Didn't you already know?" Loyce replied evenly. "Or did Hugo forget to pass along the message?"

Blood Wolf's blood ran cold.

The dark web rumors were legendary. Mr. X, the phantom warlord who commanded an arms empire rivaling Ares Global, was universally feared as a terrifying, ruthless man.

Blood Wolf had done millions in business with the syndicate. Their logistics were flawless. They didn't make "clerical errors" about personnel. The horrifying realization slammed into him: the mythical overlord of the international arms trade was a twenty-something girl.

Was she a genetically modified super-soldier? How the hell did a girl with a face like that keep thousands of bloodthirsty mercenaries in line?

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