Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 262: You underestimate me too much

The woman heard his words and tensed for a second, which didn’t go unnoticed by Cyra.

“I’ll give you a chance to attack me... Then I’ll blow your brains out. Isn’t this a fair deal?” Cyra suggested as she placed the gun down.

She motioned for the woman to attack while assuming an unguarded stance, indicating she wouldn’t defend or counter the strike.

Blinded by rage at Cyra’s superior tone, the cracked-faced woman lunged, her bleeding body surging forward as her fist aimed at Cyra’s face.

Cyra’s slight dodge threw her off balance, causing her to stumble forward. She spun around, glaring at Cyra as if blaming her for dodging.

“I said I won’t attack... but I never said I wouldn’t dodge,” Cyra muttered innocently, her bored gaze lingering slightly on the woman’s cracked face.

“Kill me then now!” the woman shouted and lunged forward again, her voice filled with rage at not being taken seriously by her opponent.

The cracked-faced woman stumbled again as Cyra dodged, but this time she aimed for the wall of guns in front of her. She lunged out a hand and snatched the nearest weapon from its rack. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

She spun toward Cyra and pulled the trigger, aiming for her head. It felt instantaneous—but to Cyra, the world slowed down. The bullet sliced through the air, and she neatly plucked it between her fingers.

She crushed the small bullet like rock sugar, turning it into powder.

The cracked-faced woman was dumbfounded, her eyes shrinking in fear as she stared at Cyra like she was a monster.

She had dealt with vampires before and knew how fast they were; that’s why she modified her guns—no matter how quick they are, the rotating power of the bullets still injured them—and it was a silver bullet.

The most painful bullets; when she had her fun with the supernatural island, she watched those women’s bodies burn from being riddled with her silver bullets.

Feeling disbelief, she checked the gun she was holding to make sure it was loaded with silver bullets.

The silver gleam of the bullets shined under the light as if mocking her.

Kyle observed the woman’s actions with a touch of pity and was stunned by how slowly the bullets traveled. He thought there was no need to check her gun; she should face the reality of what it was.

“What are you? No vampire could escape the burns from touching silver... how is it possible you touched my silver bullets without a scratch?” The woman asked the remaining question in a whisper, her face filled with doubt as she looked at Cyra.

“Can you pull the list of everyone working for her from her bracelet?” Cyra ignored the woman and turned to Kyle.

He thought for a moment before replying. “Should be possible...but we need her alive for that,” he added hesitantly, aware that Cyra wanted this woman dead.

Cyra frowned, but as she considered destroying everything this woman had built, her expression softened.

The cracked-faced woman understood their intent instantly. Without hesitation—and to everyone’s shock—she turned the gun on herself and pulled the trigger.

“Bang!”

The loud noise echoed through the room as the woman fell to the ground, a large hole visible in her head.

Cyra edged back slightly, away from the splattering blood. She felt a mix of anger and indifference as she stared at the woman’s body.

Her gaze fell on the bracelet around the woman’s wrist—it started to fade, and within minutes it turned to dust.

Cyra understood why Kyle needed her to stay alive. She felt disappointed that the woman died too soon, a seed of suspicion grew in her heart at the woman’s decisiveness in pulling the trigger.

“Let’s look around the house for any supercomputer we can find. I might be able to get something from it," Kyle suggested as he moved closer to her.

“Alright. When you’re done, I’ll blow this place up.” Cyra responded, agreeing with his words, and reached for the bombs placed on the lower section of the guns.

Kyle explored the mansion, opening doors to look for devices he could hack.

The fifth door he discovered was the security room; all hologram screens floated in the air, displaying views of the island from every angle.

He moved closer and noticed specks of dust on the chair, and he knew this room wasn’t visited very often, or they would have caught his drone on the first day.

He reached for the cube in the center, pressing the middle, and a keyboard appeared.

Kyle searched through the footage and past records, flipping through them in hopes of finding one or two people connected to the Dark Organization visiting this island.

“A higher-ranked person in the organization should have escorted the shipment; with that link, he could trace the others,” Kyle muttered to himself as he played another video, fast-forwarding to the end—unfortunately, he found nothing, except trees and wild animals brushing past.

He searched the saved footage for hours but found nothing. Inhaling deeply, he pulled back his hair, picked up the cube, and hurled it against the wall.

Kyle felt his frustration ease slightly. He took one last look around the room and walked out.

“Did you find anything?” Cyra asked as soon as she saw him. He had stayed in this room for a while.

“No, the footage didn’t have anything useful. We can take this house down.” Kyle responded, his voice tinged with frustration and anger.

Cyra had explored the remaining rooms but found nothing useful, only disgusting experimental labs and a storage room filled with iced brains.

A feeling nagged at her that there was more to the house than met the eye, but she had checked every nook and cranny and couldn’t find anything.

Unknown to her, what she sought was deep underground; an underground layout lay beneath her feet, hiding the most important secrets.

“Alright, let’s leave here. We can always destroy their base,” Cyra added, reassuring herself and Kyle.

The aircraft slowly ascended, followed by a loud blast behind them.

The mansion was consumed by flames, with sections falling apart as it burned.

“Were you able to kill off those remaining undead?” Kyle asked, with a look of doubt.

There were a dozen of them for Cyra to finish in ten minutes, not that he was keeping track of the time.

“You underestimate me too much...I still look forward to your assassination. Don’t disappoint me," Cyra responded with a chuckle, leaving her lips.

Her gaze landed on Kyle’s distorted expression, and she burst into laughter. “I’m taking my two-week leave. I won’t have to see your annoying face.” Kyle muttered the last part to himself, but Cyra still heard it loud and clear.

“Hmm, but you want a sip of my blood. My dear Butler, a confused being.” Cyra clicked her tongue in wonder, switched the aircraft to flight mode, and slipped away, ignoring Kyle’s trembling fist.

A wave of anger surged through Kyle’s mind, instinctively reaching for his weapon suitcase.

“Ah! Why can’t I smother her to death with a pillow or slit her throat, or boil her in oil ....” Kyle listed every possible gruesome way he could end Cyra’s life, growing more excited as he spoke.

Cyra’s lips curved into a smile at his words; she found Kyle... cute.

If Kyle knew his wild emotions were considered cute, he would have slammed his head against the wall to disappear from this world.