Chapter 371

Luna White moved past the guards with light footsteps, two men hot on her heels. The cadre-looking man deliberately closed the distance until he was practically breathing down her neck.

"Freeze!" Four soldiers suddenly sprang into action.

Before the duo could react, they were slammed face-first into the dirt. The cadre writhed and roared, "Have you lost your minds? I'll report this to your superiors!"

Luna crouched beside him, her fingers brushing his waist. With a clatter, five grenades rolled onto the ground—their pins looped around his belt buckle, ready to be pulled at any moment.

Cold sweat drenched the soldiers' backs.

So close... just seconds away...

Had Dr. White not set this trap, the entire camp would've been blown sky-high. The thought of potential casualties made the soldiers tighten their grips.

"Ah! Easy!" The men yelped in pain.

Private Lee pressed his rifle barrel against the cadre's temple. "Talk! Who sent you?" His voice trembled. "There's no checkpoint ahead. Where'd you get that passphrase?"

Sixteen grenades and three pistols were confiscated from the duo—a walking arsenal.

"Comrades, this is a misunderstanding!" The cadre kept lying, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Luna chuckled softly. "Since they won't talk..." She picked up a grenade, rolling it playfully in her palm. "Let's toss them in the ravine. Saves paperwork."

Both men turned sheet-white.

Since when did women play by these rules?

"Brilliant!" Private Lee grinned savagely, yanking a rope taut. "We'll use their own grenades. Friendly fire accidents... happen all the time."

As the rope bit into flesh, the cadre finally broke. "We'll talk! It was Black Tiger! He sent us!" His entire body shook.

Luna narrowed her eyes, fingertips tracing the grenade's cold metal casing. Moonlight glinted off the primed fuse.