She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 747

Blood Wolf cursed, ordering his men to lay down alternating suppressive fire as Sigrid dragged Lucian backward into the dense brush.

Loyce remained on the flank, moving like a phantom. Every time she squeezed the trigger, the most dangerous threat on the field dropped dead. She was systematically dismantling their heavy gunners.

Even the arrogant Princess had to admit that without Loyce's terrifying precision, they would have been slaughtered in seconds.

"Loyce! Fall back!" Blood Wolf screamed over the deafening roar of gunfire.

She didn't even turn around. Her rifle barked twice more. "Someone has to hold the line! Get him out of here!"

She had already run the tactical math. She was the only one fast and lethal enough to buy them the time they needed. The mercenaries were too bulky, and their marksmanship wasn't tight enough for a solo rearguard action.

Blood Wolf stared at her back, overwhelmed by a surge of pure, raw respect. Gritting his teeth, he broke cover, firing wildly to draw aggro, and sprinted down a secondary escape vector.

By splitting the enemy fire into three distinct zones, the pressure on Sigrid dropped significantly.

Loyce held her ground, fighting like a demon. When she saw the commandos priming high-explosive grenades to level her entire sector, she knew her time was up. She popped her last smoke grenades, vanishing into the gray cloud, and melted into the jungle, tracking Sigrid's path.

The tropical weather turned violent. A torrential downpour washed over the island, turning the ground to slick mud and erasing all footprints.

By midnight, she hit a dead end. She stood in the pouring rain, her eyes scanning the unbroken foliage. Her tracking skills were legendary, but the heavy rain had washed away every trace of Sigrid's team.

They had deviated from the exfil route. She took two steps forward, and her ear twitched. Over the roar of the rain, she heard the faint squelch of a combat boot.

She threw herself into a brutal combat roll just as a suppressed round tore through the space where her chest had been, burying itself in a tree.

Instantly calculating the trajectory, she vanished into the shadows. When the shooter crept out of the brush to confirm the kill, she lunged. Drawing the combat knife strapped to her thigh, she slashed the commando's Achilles tendons.

Before the scream could even leave the woman's throat, Loyce drove the blade up through the bottom of her jaw, severing her brain stem.

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