A year ago.
In the obsidian-dark night, a gorgeous woman quietly infiltrated the headquarters of the Italian Mafia. Dressed in leather clothes and short boots, her tough ensemble somehow gave off an alluring and flirtatious vibe.
It was said she was beautiful because whenever she went on a mission, she would always wear her custom-made mask.
Using the latest American microwave invisibility contact lenses, Michelle saw numerous infrared obstacles. If these infrared lines were triggered, it would at best set off mafia's entire alarm system and at worst, it might trip deadly traps.
"Ah, I'm so tired without my darling to accompany me." She complained about being tired, but her eyes shone bright as a fox, demonstrating that she wouldn’t foolishly challenge these infrared lines.
With the help of satellite positioning in her ear, Michelle proceeded to disable surveillance cameras while walking around in the heavily guarded mafia headquarters, quickly finding the information department with no hitches.
As anticipated, two guards were stationed at the entrance. She took out a silenced pistol from her back waist and ambushed them. One shot each, the men fell silently.
“Pathetic. Just as I thought, the Italian Mafia isn't all that.” Full of pride, she remembered how her darling was in the Middle East dealing with a crazed drug trafficker when she was assigned this task. Originally, her boss was concerned about her coming alone. But, she was proving herself by infiltrating the Mafia’s headquarters with ease.
Looking at the surveillance monitor she shattered, Michelle felt unspeakably satisfied. This sophisticated system must have cost the mafia quite a bit. Michelle, aren't you being heartless by not only stealing their core chip but also damaging their hardware? Tut tut, that's not very nice.
Michelle pulled out a chip the size of a fingernail from her mouth and inserted it into the computer. Her nimble fingers danced over the control panel as she hacked into the Mafia's database. Without this chip, the whole process would have taken her longer due to her subpar computer skills.
Two minutes later, a smirk appeared on Michelle's face and she pulled out her prepared chip.
Stacks of data appeared on the screen. Following the instructions, Michelle found the final password. The screen switched from a dense array of data to the central host interface, the chip was hers now.
Supposedly, this chip contained information about all the Mafia's arms dealers and buyers. If she didn't give it to her boss and sold it in the black market instead, the fortune would surely last her family for a lifetime.
Michelle ravaged the information department, thinking she left no traces behind. But, in reality...
From the moment she entered the mafia's building, a pair of dark eyes were watching her every move. Intrigued by her audacious and overconfident antics, all other members were instructed to stand down and a whole building was casually left for her to plunder.
Indeed~~ The information received was accurate. The German Hellfire Temple did send someone to infiltrate the Italian Mafia. However, not everyone can mess with the Mafia – it all depends on your power.
Just when Michelle was wallowing in her success, her sharp mind sensed something amiss. Regardless of how cunning and victorious she was, the mafia wouldn't be so ignorant that they would fail to notice her strutting around in their building. Especially since …
The Italian Mafia was the organization that her boss had the most trouble dealing with. For over a decade, not once had her boss managed to gain an advantage over them. Now, resolutely entering the enemy's lair, would the mob boss, known in their world as the Black God, actually allow her to roam freely?
