My Girlfriend Is A Reincarnator? - Chapter 37

Balika’s position was at the back of the team. As her marksmanship was not bad, she did not need to get too close. And as the commander, she needed to keep the team members within her field of vision at all times.

The first row, which was about 10 meters away from the target, began to retreat. They put away their rifles, turned around, and left quickly. The three team members in the second row were on guard with their rifles.

This was an extremely critical moment because no one knew the purpose of the target.

If the target wanted to kill them, then they would definitely not be allowed to escape. When the members of the first row started to move, it was time for the target to launch an attack.

Through the magnifying glass, Balika stared at the target’s face closely.

The target was spinning, and the expression on her face could only be described as calm. She didn’t show any emotional fluctuations when the first row members retreated.

Balika heaved a sigh of relief. This meant that the target didn’t want to kill them. If they retreated now, they could leave without any injuries.

As for No. 3, who was closest to the target, he had already sneaked away when the target started dancing.

After the first batch of members left, the second-row members started walking.

Up until now, the target still hadn’t made any indication. She had already ended the ‘whipping movement’ and started the next dance event.

The members of the third row began to leave. They would gather in a black Land Rover and leave together.

At this time, Balika had to keep a close eye on the target. This was to protect the members who were retreating in front.

When the members of the fourth row left, there were no more members in front of Balika.

At this moment, it was time for Balika to begin her retreat.

“The operation is over. Go back and report to your superiors. As for what happened today, don’t tell anyone else!”

After giving the final order, Balika put away her rifle and turned around to leave the window.

At this moment, Balika looked back for one last time.

The target’s body was spinning lightly, dancing alone on the rooftop. The moon’s light shone on her white dress, and as she moved, the spots on the white dress looked like waves.

Too many things had happened today that she could not understand, but the only thing she could understand was the target’s dance.

Balika suddenly had a feeling that if it was not for her family, she might have been able to practice this kind of dance technique. On a certain stage or rooftop, she could spin with one foot.

Balika wanted to sigh, but she could not turn off her microphone before retreating to a safe location. Thus she could not make such a sound.

“Let’s go.”

Belica thought in her heart.

Suddenly, she felt a wave of dizziness. It was as if the target on the rooftop wasn’t spinning, but the entire world was revolving around the target while the others were being tossed around on the ground.

Nerve poison?

Balika sensed her discomfort and thought that it was something like nerve poison. She quickly took out the adrenaline from her thigh strap and injected it into herself. At the same time, she held her breath. She felt that there was some kind of gas in the surrounding air.

But the discomfort did not even dissipate a trace. The hormone injection did not show any effect.

“This is Captain…”

“Mayday…”

Balika called for help in the microphone. But her voice was getting weaker and softer, and her consciousness was slipping away…

…

When Balika woke up, she found herself lying on the ground.

There was a quilt underneath her body. A strange smell of plastic filled the air, like the smell of unwashed exhibits on the supermarket shelves.

After she opened her eyes and regained consciousness, her first reaction was to look around.

It was impossible to tell what this room was used for. The walls around it were charred black. If she took a deep breath, she could smell a burnt smell. There was no furniture or facilities. This was a pure black room.

It was the remains of the fire.

Balika soon reacted. This place should have suffered a fire recently, so nothing existed. Only the charred marks on the walls were left behind, which were the marks left by the flames.

In a second, Balika quickly went through the rules of action after being captured in her mind.

First, she had to figure out the arrangement of the enemy’s forces, and then try to break free from the shackles on her body.

While she was thinking, she suddenly realized that she didn’t have any ropes or handcuffs on her.

Her movements weren’t restricted. And when she felt all over her body…

AUG rifle, three sets of magazines, Kevlar body armor, spare pistols, and all kinds of small tools, nothing was missing.

Except for the pack of cigarettes that she brought along when she came out, everything else was with her.

Balika was stunned for a moment because she had never come across such a careless robber.

Generally speaking, if they were captured, all the dangerous equipment on their bodies would have to be removed, and valuable items would not be spared.

But now, after she fainted and was captured, there was not a single important thing on her body that was missing. The safety on her gun was not even off.

What kind of unprofessional robber would do such a thing?

Thinking of this, Balika raised her rifle and pointed it at the door.

Outside the window of this room was a 10-story high-rise building. No one would appear at this position. Thus the robber would have to appear at the door. As long as she guarded this place, she could occupy the entire room.

Thinking of this, Balika slowly approached the door. At the same time, she pricked up her ears to listen to the movements around her.

She could no longer contact the headquarters through her earpiece. Perhaps the channel had been changed after another move. The connection was cut off to avoid being threatened by the robbers when they were were not prepared.

But at this time, a puff of smoke suddenly rose from the door.

Balika instinctively held her breath. In her heart, she said that she would never be attacked by the poison gas again.

However, she still smelled the smoke. It was the cigarette that she often smoked.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Along with the smoke, there was also a burst of female coughing. The violent coughing was like that of a girl who had smoked for the first time. She could not stand the strength of the cigarette.

“Ah? Balika, you’re awake?”

A girl wearing a white dress suddenly flashed and appeared in front of Balika.

Balika instinctively pulled the trigger, and the recoil pressed against her shoulder. The probability of her missing the target at this distance was zero. The lethality of the bullet at this distance could instantly make an elephant lose its ability to move.

But at the same time, the girl in the white dress suddenly disappeared..