In the end, I have to step in personally.

Emily slowly raised her hand, barely grasping the apple.

Usually, the apple feels weightless when picked up, but at this moment, it felt a bit heavy.

Her little hand trembled slightly, yet she still managed to bring the apple to her mouth and take a bite.

Crunch, the crisp flesh was torn apart by her teeth, a small piece fell into her mouth, the apple juice tasted sweet, yet not cloyingly so.

Emily's face showed an expression of enjoyment, only when savoring sweet foods does she feel the happiness of being alive.

...

Outside room 1323.

Four agents sent by the CIA stood in the corridor to protect Emily.

Even in their opinion, no one would dare to do anything to the Treasure User.

Katerina, a martial arts expert, was inside, not needing extra guards.

But Jack felt, no matter how justified, that they ought to send people to protect Emily.

No matter if Emily needed it or not, the CIA must exhibit a posture of concern in this regard.

The four agents wore suits, their waists bulging, just missing sunglasses to fit the public image of agents in movies.

They appeared vigilant, sweeping their gaze around, yet their minds were elsewhere.

Family matters, club matters, where to eat after work?

A series of trivial matters flashed through the minds of these outwardly stern agents.

At this moment, a doctor pushing a transfer bed approached quickly.

The agent at the door glanced over, the doctor looked ordinary, wearing a white coat, standing about 1.82 meters tall.

He seemed like a hospital doctor, yet somewhat unfamiliar.

The key was that the face was too common, hard to distinguish whether he'd been seen before.

The agent was still pondering here.

The transfer bed had already reached the door.

Lying on the bed was a blonde woman, her features average, with a curvy figure, the high rise of the blanket at her chest revealing her ample size.

After supposedly being unconscious, she suddenly opened her eyes and swiftly raised a gun to shoot.

Choo, choo.

The silenced gunfire was soft, her marksmanship precise, headshotting two bodyguards.

The remaining two agents tried to draw guns to retaliate.

The doctor directly let go, stepping forward, and his hands shot out like cannonballs into the throats of the two agents.

Bang, his fists crushed their throat bones, heads drooping like limp noodles.

The four agents were annihilated in a blink.

The slight commotion reached inside the room, Katerina instantly became alert, making a judgment immediately, and leaped to the other side of the bed.

Katerina slapped away the apple from Emily's hand and instead moved that little hand to the distant City of Ideals by the bedside.

Emily's delicate little face showed surprise, then quickly understood what happened.

Those people actually had the audacity to send assassins to kill her?!

Emily gripped the shield's handle.

Bam!

The door was forcibly kicked open by the assassin.

The disguised doctor and patient stood at the doorway, each holding M4 carbines hidden under the transfer bed.

Dada, a burst of noise, a torrent of bullets rained forward.

At this time, Emily had no chance to lift the shield to protect herself, let alone chant the true name of the Noble Phantasm.

Katerina moved quickly, pulling Emily from the bed into her arms, then turning instantly.

She was wearing a bulletproof vest made during the Soviet era, belonging to black technology.

A series of armor-piercing bullets landed on her back.

Even wearing a specially crafted bulletproof vest, the horrific impact of bullets was like punches pounding on her back.

Katerina pushed closer to the front window.

It was at this time that Emily spoke the name of the Noble Phantasm, "The Already Distant City of Ideals."

Her current power wasn't very strong, but the Noble Phantasm's form looked heavy.

In reality, it was as light as a feather.

She lifted it without any hindrance.

With her words, the snow-white city walls instantly appeared inside the room, without damaging the bed or ceiling.

Like a phantom image appearing here.

But it has real power.

Any bullet falling in front of the two at the city gate had no effect.

An invisible barrier blocked all attacks.

But the Already Distant City of Ideals still had a major flaw; it couldn't defend the top and bottom.

Bang.

The floor beneath them shattered, the impact giving Katerina a brief feeling of flying before they fell to the twelfth floor.

Katerina realized things were going wrong.

The twelfth floor probably also had explosives.

She had to get outside the building.

Holding Emily, she stomped the shattered ceiling, lying flat in the air, causing the Already Distant City of Ideals to change defensive directions.

The two burst through the window glass outside.

Bang.

A loud explosion.

The twelfth floor's floor shattered again.

The flames transformed into a powerful thrust against the city walls, pushing the two out.

Flames and smoke enveloped.

At this time, hospital patients and doctors were reacting with panic screams.

A male and female assassin stepped forward, looking at the gap caused by the explosive, then sweeping a glance at Emily and Katerina outside.

As professional assassins, they realized they couldn't take out the opponent.

They also planted mines on the ground.

But due to their client's limited amount, there were only three.

One for exploding the thirteenth-floor ceiling, one for the twelfth floor, to detonate immediately when gravity changed.

The only one that could be used outside.

Whether it worked depended on luck.

"Our luck is really bad."

The disguised doctor assassin sighed and turned to leave.

Since they hadn't hit their target, the next step was to quickly blend into the panicking crowd and exit the hospital.

Honestly, he felt regretful.

Not about the money, this was the moment closest to mortals defeating a Treasure User.

Taking this job, more for making history.

If he succeeded, he didn't even care about his life.

If he failed, he'd have to consider staying away from Japan.

His life must be preserved.

...

Smoke rose outward from the gap, carrying dust.

Thumping strong heartbeats pounded in Emily's chest.

Her eyes were filled with shock and anger.

Great, it was her underestimating those people's courage.

They actually dared to send someone to kill her.

Didn't they know she had Dio backing her up on top?

Alright, although Dio wasn't caring much for her currently.

But how could those people act like this?

Even if she didn't have Dio, she had friends who were Treasure Users.

Thinking of these issues, Emily's angry face vanished, she laughed, "Ha ha."

Hearing her laughter, Katerina shuddered, quickly bowed her head, "Is your brain ruined by the blast?"

"Of course not!"

Emily replied, despite her face being dust-covered, she appeared calm.

"I'm laughing because those people reached a desperate point, showing Morimoto has pushed them hard.

If we didn't die, the ones to die are them."

Katerina nodded, watching people fleeing the inpatient building in panic.

She carried Emily in one arm while her other hand took out her phone from her pocket to call Morimoto Chiyoda.

"Morimoto, we've been attacked, send someone over immediately."

She added, "Emily is fine, don't worry."

"Alright, wait there, I'll contact Shinjuku Police Station immediately!"

Morimoto Chiyoda hung up, a trace of anger appearing on her almond-shaped face.

The opposite actually dared to use such vile means.

But she couldn't help a trace of doubt emerging in her heart, that the CIA hadn't even found any clues yet.

Institute No. 47 already silenced Johnny, is it necessary to be so urgent to assassinate Emily?

If so, their mobility is terrifying.

But that possibility isn't impossible.

The ban on Douyin matters showed that the Bureaucratic Group's speed in related issues is astonishing.

Morimoto Chiyoda's mind flashed through a series of thoughts, but she still called the people at Shinjuku Police Station, deciding to protect individuals first before investigating who sent assassins after Emily.