Wang Dadong's hand suddenly froze in mid-air. Turning around, he saw a woman with a face full of frost looking at him expressionlessly.
This wasn't a Huaxia woman, but an American woman, dressed in a black strapless leather jacket and leather pants, with golden curly hair cascading down her back, blue eyes, a proud and upright figure, and attractive looks.
But her face was painted with a highly decadent black smoky makeup, and even her lipstick was black, her expression colder than frightening.
"Who is this?" Wang Dadong glanced at the woman, seemingly unable to understand her identity.
Hao Wentao chuckled, "Brother Wang, let me introduce you. This is your assistant for this mission, serving as an observer, and she's also responsible for making Ice Point Bullets."
Wang Dadong was taken aback by this. He initially thought the psychic sent by the Huaxia faction this time would be a Huaxia person, but didn't expect it to be an American.
