Chapter 206
Miranda had this feeling that Crystal genuinely wanted to be her partner, so to speak. They were living together, and it felt like they were a couple.
To anyone else, it might seem like Crystal was her cool, unattainable girlfriend, the kind one’d keep hidden away like a treasure. Except Miranda knew they were both straight as arrows.
“Miranda.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t get so hung up on genders.”
Had Crystal been taking psychology classes or something?
Suddenly, Crystal’s car was cut off by a sleek black sedan. Her expression turned sour. “What kind of dumbass tries to mess with my ride?”
Miranda’s forehead furrowed. Three men stepped out of the black sedan and were making a beeline for their
car.
Crystal was about to get out and confront them, but Miranda grabbed her arm; she instructed, her voice deep, “Drive!”
Crystal’s reflexes were sharp. Her hands flew to the steering wheel, and with a quick maneuver, she slammed on the gas, spinning the car around to speed off in the opposite direction.
At the sight of this, the three men’s face shifted. They charged towards them for a fews steps and then dashed back to their sedan to give chase.
As they sped down the road, Crystal glanced in the rearview mirror. “Who are these guys? Are they coming to get revenged on you?”
Miranda’s mind was racing as she gazed at the car behind, replaying the brief glimpse she’d had of the men, their forms and movements.
“No idea. They could be after you for all we know.”
Miranda frowned. “Those three didn’t look like they were from around here, even if they share our skin tone. And did you notice their movements? They’re totally different from us. They kept reaching for their waistbands and backs. That’s a habit of folks used to carrying weapons. It’s a reflex when they sense danger.”
It was unclear what their intentions were, but they were definitely not friendly.
Crystal addressed, “I don’t have enemies like this.”
As she spoke, she checked the mirror again, frowning. “Why are they sticking so close?“.
Miranda glanced at the outside. “Head for somewhere less populated.”
Crystal nodded, steering the car towards another direction. Yet, the sedan matched their every move, maintaining the pursuit; the distance was shortened gradually. Clearly, they didn’t plan to let them go.
When they reached an almost deserted area, Miranda instructed, “Stop the car.”
Crystal did as told, bringing the vehicle to a halt. The black sedan promptly stopped too. Miranda stepped out, gesturing for Crystal to stay put with a firm look. Only then did Crystal stopped, taking her leg back in the car.
At the same time, the men exited their car. Miranda leaned against her car and asked with a brief tilt of her head. “Hey, fellas, what’s the deal?”
The three men looked like they’d seen their fair share of scuffles, each one exuding a rough and tough aura.
“Are you the chemist?” one of them asked sternly. “Or is it her?”
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Miranda understood immediately; they’d tracked her down through the black market network. Whether they were from the criminal underworld or some other faction, it was hard to tell. They seemed foreign, possibly part of an international syndicate.
The black market was supposed to be secure, with layers of encryption and IP protection. But no system was foolproof, and evidently, someone had the skills to breach those defenses and trace her location.
Except they could only track her location without figuring out who she actually was or what she looked like.
Miranda curled her lips upward. “Take a wild guess.”
The men gazed at her way coldly, and then exchanged glances, clearly having no interest in idle chatter. They moved toward her with intent, ready to take her down.
Their walking speed was fast. As they lunged, Miranda’s instincts sharpened. She swiftly dodged and countered with a nimble maneuver, attacking them from behind.
She delivered a powerful spinning kick to one man’s chest, and then deftly twisted another’s neck into a hold with surprising strength for her size, forcing him to stumble back.
The man gasped, struggling against the chokehold, his face contorting with effort. Miranda laughed chilly, and with a flick of her wrist, she deployed a hidden needle into the man’s pressure point.
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