"If anyone finds out this car is with us, if that man comes knocking, all of us—all of us will be killed by a pencil."
The workshop was in chaos. Above the side of the workshop, outside the dust- and cobweb-covered ventilation window, a pair of eyes hidden behind a fox mask were coldly observing everything.
Although she couldn't understand the complex Russia slang, through body language and the luster of the gold coin, she keenly captured the key information.
That gold coin.
Even from such a distance, under the dim light, the gold coin still exuded a special kind of magic.
It was a symbol of power, the embodiment of wealth.
"System, load character card—Kato Megumi."
Presence vanished.
Alice gently pushed open the rusty ventilation window and, like a ghost, slid inside through the gap.
She landed silently in a corner piled with old tires.
Less than two meters away stood a gangster thug smoking a cigarette.
The thug was blowing smoke rings at the ceiling, bored out of his mind. For a split second, his gaze even swept directly over Alice's position.
But he saw nothing.
His brain automatically filtered out the information on his retina; his subconscious told him: there was nothing there.
Alice stepped slowly out of the Shadow.
The personnel in the workshop were even more numerous than she had observed from the window.
Twelve grease-stained mechanics had long screwdrivers or sharp daggers tucked into their waists; clearly, they weren't just mechanics—they were also experts at killing and dismembering bodies when necessary.
Six thugs in black leather jackets, looking like professional bodyguards, were scattered around the workshop.
Their chests were bulging, and as they moved, the cold, hard lines of Glock 17 pistols were visible beneath their clothes.
Alice was in no rush to act.
She walked past a mechanic bending over to inspect a chassis. The man merely felt a chill on the back of his neck, grumbled about the damn weather, and continued working.
She brushed past a thug playing with a Motorola flip phone. Although the thug's gaze swept over her, his brain instantly filtered out this irrelevant background information.
This ease, as if walking in her own backyard, allowed Alice to pass through the layers of defense smoothly.
Until she reached the very center of the workshop, standing under the iron stairs leading to the second-floor office.
Kirill had returned to the second-floor corridor. Facing the light, he greedily and fearfully rubbed the mysterious gold coin over and over, as if it were a life-saving amulet or a death warrant.
Alice walked up the stairs step by step.
The iron plates didn't make a sound under her feet; she precisely controlled the exertion of every muscle, avoiding the rusty and loose spots.
One step, two steps, three steps.
She stood behind Kirill.
The man, who looked like a brown bear, was completely unaware. He was even muttering to himself: "If it's that man's gold coin, I should go lie low."
"System, dismiss character card—Kato Megumi."
"Load character card—Mikasa Ackerman."
"Hum."
As her focus shifted, the World changed instantly in Alice's perception.
The sense of security from being ignored vanished, replaced by the feeling of power brought about by her muscles instantly tensing up.
Her spine felt like a spring, every bone was cheering, and her sensory acuity was elevated to the extreme.
She could clearly hear the heavy breathing of everyone downstairs, smell the body odor masked by Kirill's strong cologne, and feel the trajectory of the airflow.
"Beautiful."
A somewhat hoarse voice, processed by the mask's voice changer, exploded beside Kirill's ear without warning.
It was like someone suddenly tapping you on the shoulder in a graveyard at midnight.
Every hair on Kirill's body stood on end at that instant.
The survival instinct he had honed in the Siberian training camps and survived through countless gang shootouts made him react subconsciously.
His muscles tensed instantly, and his right hand lunged toward his waist, where a large-caliber Desert Eagle was tucked.
A fast reaction—he was truly a mid-level manager.
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