Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 949: Why Are They All Beauties?

After finishing these tasks, Xiang Yu finally opened the person’s bag, finding it full of microbombs that were identical to those used by Ren Baohe.

If these bombs were all planted here, they might not level the entire train station, but they would undeniably cause significant havoc.

Moreover, the enemy definitely wouldn’t be carrying just these bombs; the others likely had more.

Coming out of the building, Xiang Yu noticed many people already standing up and preparing to depart.

These people were mere civilians; how could they possibly know they were facing a life-threatening danger?

At times, Xiang Yu truly envied them. They lived such simple lives, free to pursue whatever they desired.

But when he thought about it—if he were to become someone like that, would he still be Xiang Yu?

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, then proceeded toward the small plaza at the back. The "plaza" was essentially a parking lot, and at this hour, there weren’t many cars parked inside.

Xiang Yu swaggered to the center and jumped onto one of the cars, standing there.

It was already around 10:40. In twenty minutes, the train would arrive.

The area was eerily silent, as though Xiang Yu were the only person there. Nevertheless, Xiang Yu could sense that police officers were already positioning themselves around the vicinity.

Some were hiding inside cars, others were crouched behind them.

Standing boldly atop the car, Xiang Yu’s audacious move naturally didn’t escape their notice. Witnessing his fearless bravado, the officers couldn’t help but admire Xiang Yu’s guts.

"Since you’re already here, why don’t you come out quickly? Sneaking around—what kind of men are you?" Xiang Yu shouted toward the surroundings.

The silence remained suffocating, and the officers held their breath, fearful of missing a moment.

"I mean, you foreigners sure are cowardly. I’m standing right here, and you still won’t come out. If you’re men, come out and face me one-on-one!" Xiang Yu shouted impatiently.

Just then, from behind a distant car, a figure stood up and began walking slowly toward Xiang Yu, head held high.

Seeing this, Xiang Yu was momentarily stunned. Damn it, why does the Falcon Organization seem to have so many women?

And not just any women—each one more striking than the last. The previous one had an alluring, voluptuous figure, but this one was even more refined. Though her chest was smaller, her exquisitely beautiful face was undeniably perfect.

"I’m not a man, so I don’t need to listen to your nonsense," the woman said.

She was the embodiment of an ideal Eastern beauty, comparable even to Long Wu, though she exuded a far more ruthless aura.

Staring at her, Xiang Yu froze briefly, then chuckled, "You came over to keep me company, didn’t you?"

The beauty let out a cold snort before speaking again, "Where are they? Hand them over now, or I’ll make you wish you were dead."

"Oh, please! I bet you came over just to f****** me," Xiang Yu said bluntly, sitting on the car with a gleeful, appraising look at the beauty in front of him.

Officers hidden nearby were left speechless. This national security captain was truly one of a kind; even at a time like this, he still had the energy to flirt.

"Hey there, miss. How about this: you stay here with me. I’ve got plenty of money to take care of you. We could spend the daytime kissing and the nighttime rocking the bed—it’d be awesome!" Xiang Yu grinned mischievously.

"Shameless! Someone like you dares to dream? I’ll say this one last time: where are they now?" Her eyes betrayed a murderous intent.

Seeing this, Xiang Yu couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. Falcon Organization members were nothing more than that. Revealing their hand so easily only showed their weakness.

"They’re over in the alleyway doing some banging. Why do you seem so anxious to find them? Feeling the itch? I can help you scratch it, you know," Xiang Yu said shamelessly.

"You..." Enraged, the beauty suddenly reached out, and in an instant, a dagger appeared in her hand. Without hesitation, she hurled it directly at Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu was the grandmaster of blade combat. The instant he saw her movement, he knew exactly what she intended to do.

As the white blade flew toward his heart at lightning speed, Xiang Yu feigned a scream, rolling off the car to the ground with a thud.

He lay there motionless.

Seeing this, the beauty smirked contemptuously and strode to the rear of the car. Lying on the ground, Xiang Yu stared wide-eyed, bearing the appearance of someone who had died with unresolved grievances.

"Dead, filthy Chinese, that’s what happens when you run your mouth," the beauty remarked, delivering a harsh kick to Xiang Yu’s body.

Then, she sat down directly on Xiang Yu’s abdomen, reporting, "I’ve taken care of him, but I haven’t detected Unit One nearby."

"Search the surrounding vehicles carefully, but remain cautious," came the voice on the other side.

The beauty nodded and fell silent. Suddenly, she felt something odd. Her hand had brushed against something rigid beneath her grip.

Turning to look, she noticed an unmistakable bulge rising from Xiang Yu’s lower abdomen. What was going on? Could even a dead man harbor lustful thoughts?

She glanced again at Xiang Yu, then reached for her dagger to pull it out.

Considered an expert with flying blades, her skill had been honed to perfection, yet the dagger lodged in Xiang Yu’s body showed no trace of blood.

Grabbing hold of the dagger, she pulled hard, but it remained immovable.

Frowning, she was just about to examine it further when Xiang Yu suddenly said, "Why’s your ass so soft?"

The beauty was instantly stunned. She had seen the dagger embedded in Xiang Yu’s heart—how could he possibly still be alive?

Remaining composed, the beauty drew another blade from her arsenal.

But Xiang Yu didn’t give her the chance. With a sudden upward thrust of his abdomen, he lifted her entirely off the ground, seizing her outfit and forcing her down onto the pavement.

Grabbing her dagger, Xiang Yu then pinned her beneath him.

"Not a bad figure," Xiang Yu murmured, his hands wandering indiscriminately.

Although she was a member of a terrorist organization, instinctively as a woman, she couldn’t suppress the natural response.

When Xiang Yu’s actions began veering into harassment, she couldn’t help but scream desperately for help.

Xiang Yu understood clearly she was calling out to her companions, which only fueled his brazen demeanor. Sitting domineeringly on top of her, he wore an infuriatingly lecherous expression.

"Let me go! Let go of me! Help!" the beauty cried out.

Securing both her hands tightly, Xiang Yu leaned into her neck and whispered, "Come on now, baby. Just give in to me—I’ll make sure you die happy."

Xiang Yu had deliberately said that for the earpiece she wore; he wanted her comrades to hear every word.

Though he restrained her, he refrained from any actual indecency. It was a critical moment, and he wouldn’t jeopardize the operation for trivial indulgence.

After a while, the beauty realized Xiang Yu hadn’t moved to remove her clothing. Only then did she understand she’d fallen for his deception.

As she prepared to warn her teammates, Xiang Yu grabbed her neck and applied pressure. With a sickening crack, she ceased breathing.

Though a waste, this beauty was no less than a deadly threat, with untold blood on her hands. Sending her on a one-way trip to hell was, perhaps, a fitting end.

Having dispatched her, Xiang Yu moved quickly to hide behind a nearby vehicle. He could now clearly sense a group closing in on his position...