She had been wanting to head in so long and then jumped in as soon as the opportunity showed up? Did her survival instincts get reduced by reincarnation or something?

Fortunately, her body had the mind to teleport at a blind spot of the car about to leave, so the people heading out had no idea someone had gotten inside.

Fortunately, the men went downstairs, so she didn’t have to face the wrath of enemies as soon as she appeared.

However, she couldn’t say the same for the CCTVs. She looked up and saw one facing her. Using the space, she immediately destroyed it. This was done by willing the camera into her space and then putting it back out.

This was barely a challenge. She could even put in mango trees with the soil, pulling out a camera from false ceilings was no effort at all.

She quickly found the other two cameras and did the same, all while taking out a weapon. She chose a dagger and a rope dart. She usually preferred the rope dart, but if the space was limited, it could get quite inconvenient.

By the time the main rolling gate had closed, there were no more CCTVs left on the upper floor. Unsurprisingly, the door heading to the floor downstairs opened, with a handful of people dashing out, weapons on hand.

This was not surprising. Even if they didn’t see her appear, they’d have seen the CCTVs not working. The garage was large, but not that large. It was easy to spot a trespasser, and they immediately pointed their guns at her.

"WHO ARE YOU!?"

She teleported right behind them, using the rope dart’s innate momentum to wrap around their bodies and their necks. She only took a moment to judge whether to kill them or not.

Owning guns in and being so secretive in a country that didn’t allow firearms...and their readiness to kill. Also, they were definitely connected to the sperm donor.

Heh.

Not good things!

She raised her dagger and—Splat! —killed one.

"YOU!"

"Damnit!" another screamed, struggling in place.

Splat!

"Ugh."

Naia cursed when she saw her clothes splattered with blood and brain matter.

Because her rope tied up four people at the same time, there were naturally some ’loose’ areas. Someone managed to move his arms flexibly and aimed for her head.

Her instincts flared and turned the muzzle to face his head instead. Her dainty arms moved to the trigger, exploding the buy’s head.

The remaining two guys gaped at her, realizing the abnormalities. They also belatedly realized that the main abnormality was how she appeared right behind them!

She didn’t want to waste any more time with these guys, afraid the other people from downstairs would come up, or that the people who left had returned.

Splat!

Splat!

SPLAT!

She used her dagger to stab them all in the neck, pretty much beheading them.

With all four dead, Naia grabbed their daggers, their guns, and even the bulletproof vests on their bodies.

She couldn’t help but whistle as she studied her loot. She acknowledged the quality of each one. "Not bad," she said.

That idiot Houser was involved with this kind of group? He didn’t seem like someone with enough brains to come out unscathed.

Anyway, she did not have the time to dilly-dally any more than she already had, and she continued to explore the place. She did not forget to take everything of value from the garage as well, including nice military-grade jeeps she had been lusting for! Too bad she lost one with those men who exited their base.

There were also some car maintenance items there. Interestingly, she belatedly realized that one of the closed walls was actually a large cabinet that opened in accordion style.

She whistled again at the selection in front of her. There were a lot of weapons hanging on this wall, whether it was guns or cold weapons. It seemed like they were ready to defend in case this base was attacked.

Too bad for them, they didn’t have the chance to use any of them. She, the intruder, took it all in and virtuously calling them her reward.

Weapon ready, she opened the door. She only used the dagger this time. The staircase and halls were narrow pathways, after all. The advantages of her rope dart were pretty much limited here.

By this time, she had already worn a facemask (the one for diseases), just in case, destroying CCTVs on the way.

She did not have the chance to ponder whether she’d kill the rest and just went with it. She knew exactly where the enemies were, and as long as she was within the same space without barriers. By then, she could blink behind them and stab them to death. These were all swift and coldhearted kills.

As someone born during the apocalypse, her morality wasn’t as rigid as others.

She didn’t like to kill humans and treasured most lives, as someone who had seen so many deaths, but she could also kill anyone that threatened her safety rather easily.

Ah, the duplicity.

She soon faced the next enemy. The first one was right at the bottom of the staircase. The landing was large and had seats in it, and it was made the guards’ spot so they could see who was going down. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

She appeared behind him and killed him without a sound. She arranged him back to his chair to pretend to be asleep, and only then did she dare step out ’into the light’.

She looked down and saw a corner and blinked there.

"Has Mr. Smith sent contact yet?"

"Yes. The Red Gang will handle the logistics," another said. "They’ll get here in two to three days."

He could hear them around a table of sorts, playing cards while drinking. They continued to play, place bets, and curse each other, though as time passed by, they couldn’t help but feel a bit restless.

"What’s taking them so long?"

"Will it be alright?"

"Why? What happened?" Another asked, holding his phone while he played his game. He did not even notice that four people went up.

"They saw the CCTVs upstairs have disconnected. They’re probably fixing it." They shrugged and then resumed the game.

Heading up with guns out was just standard operating procedure for people moving floors. They didn’t expect that a demon would actually get inside.