The rush of the eight men felt almost… predictable. Primrose moved with a fluid grace, her body a whirlwind of calculated movements. The gun became an extension of her arm, each shot precise and deadly, dropping one assailant after another. A desperate lunge with a knife was met with an effortless sidestep, the attacker stumbling past her as if she were a phantom.
When a man attempted to flank her from behind, Primrose's reaction was instantaneous. A lightningfast pivot, a blur of motion, and the man found himself disarmed and sprawling on the jungle floor. She didn't waste energy on gloating or even acknowledging their efforts. Each failed attack was simply another data point, confirming their incompetence and reinforcing her own superiority.
All eight men rushed toward Primrose who pointed her gun out and shot the person in front of her. When another came to the side to stab her she swiftly moved away like it was nothing. When someone came behind her she turned so fast, each time they did something she handed them like it was nothing. When someone threw a knife at her she caught it between her slender fingers and she smiled.
"Let me show you how to handle it," she said as she threw it straight at the person and the knife  pierced the person forehead.
"Demon!" Someone shouted.
"It is a honor to be called a demon by you killers," Primrose said.
"Haha do you think you can kill people! I am a killer myself!"
Gabby Grant killed 450 people in explosion known for poison and his explosives.
"Haha this bomb will go off in 20 seconds!"
Primrose touched her chin.
"How can you have a bomb here? Sigh it seems like it pointless mmm?" Primrose said as she sat down on a rock and she sweetly smiled.
Gabby laughed crazily.
"No."
"Why is not going off!"
"The little toy you are talking about? I took care of it the day before yesterday."
Gabby fall on his knees and Primrose stepped forward as she pointed her gun at him.
"Sorry but the military government gave me this mission," Primrose said.
Bang.
Primrose pressed on her watched the mission is complete. A helicopter appeared in the air.
"Prim! Well done!" Isaac shouted. Primrose grabbed on the ladder as she climbed up. She sat down in the helicopter.
"Hot damn you really know how to handle yourself," Isaac said.
The adrenaline began to recede, leaving behind a pleasant languor. Primrose stretched, feeling the satisfying pop of her muscles. The chaos of the encounter faded into a distant memory, replaced by the rhythmic thrum of the helicopter blades and the familiar warmth of Isaac's presence.
She yawned again, a wide, uninhibited stretch that showcased the curve of her neck and the delicate line of her jaw.
"Nope, it's nothing," she repeated, dismissing Isaac's impressed commentary with a casual wave of her hand.
"A simple mission."
Her gaze drifted out the open doorway, taking in the dense canopy of the Amazon rainforest shrinking beneath them. The vibrant green was a stark contrast to the grim palette of violence she'd just navigated. It was almost… soothing.
A faint smile played on her lips, a fleeting expression that didn't quite reach her eyes. She was already cataloging the mission—the security protocols, the weaknesses in the criminal network, the subtle nuances of Gabby Grant's desperation. It was all data, to be processed and filed away for future reference.
She leaned her head against the cool metal of the helicopter frame, closing her eyes briefly. The scent of rainsoaked earth and diesel fuel mingled in the air, a strangely comforting combination.
"I wonder what's next?" she murmured, more to herself than to Isaac. The words were devoid of any particular enthusiasm, simply a statement of fact. The world was a chessboard, and she was always looking for the next move.
The helicopter landed at a yacht and Primrose stepped out as Black Shadow Rose knelt down.
"Welcome back boss!" Everyone shouted.
"I will be going to Italy and I don't want to be connected, I will be attending a high school," Primrose said as her right hand which her name is Felenia put a long jacket on her shoulders.
"We looked up for the best high school? But since you wanted to attend the same school as your so called Ashwood Family daughter, the school is called," Felenia said.
Primrose's eyes snapped open at the mention of Italy, the languid contentment instantly replaced by a sharp, calculating focus. The casual mention of the Ashwood family's daughter sent a ripple of cold satisfaction through her. Revenge wasn't a burning fire for her; it was a slow, methodical burn, carefully cultivated and precisely applied.
"What is the school?" she repeated, her voice low and laced with a subtle edge. The playful smirk returned, but this time it was colder, more predatory. Selena had underestimated her before. She would do so again.
The image of the Ashwood daughter – pampered, entitled, and undoubtedly oblivious to the storm brewing on the horizon – flashed through her mind. Primrose savored the anticipation, letting it fuel a quiet intensity that settled deep within her.
"It's one of the best universities in Italy," Primrose tilted her head, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes.
"How fitting," she murmured, the words dripping with irony.
"A breeding ground for privilege and deceit. It seems Selena has chosen a rather… appropriate stage for her performance."
She straightened, allowing Felenia to drape the long jacket over her shoulders. The fabric felt luxurious against her skin, a stark contrast to the rough practicality of her Amazonian attire. It was another layer of disguise, another identity to assume.
"Prepare everything," Primrose instructed, her gaze sweeping over the assembled members of Black Shadow Rose.
"I want my new identity flawless. No loose ends. And ensure that my arrival in Italy is… memorable." A predatory gleam sparked in her eyes.
"We no longer need to help the Ashwood Family from now, don't need to help them in secret," Primrose said.