Natsha rode her "warhorse" straight through the night, tearing across the darkness as she chased after the dark-colored cars that kept accelerating to catch up with the container truck ahead.

Weaving through traffic, she effortlessly slammed into the first car, sending it crashing straight into the roadside barrier. Gray smoke billowed up from the wreck, and the vehicles ahead immediately noticed the disturbance.

They closed in on her car at once, intent on sending the obstacle straight to hell in a single move.

If this had been a few months ago, their plan might have worked. But not now.

She rolled down the side vent window and flashed a contemptuous smile at the car beside her. Its window dropped as well, revealing a face tattooed across half its surface. The man glared at her, said nothing, raised a pistol and fired.

Natsha instantly ducked, narrowly dodging the bullet.

"Ah...Damn it!" Alright, she admitted it. Maybe that was a bit reckless!

She quickly rolled the window back up and let out a sharp breath. That was way too close. She'd nearly swallowed a bullet for real.

Suddenly, a car in front slowed down. Together with another vehicle, it boxed her in from both sides. Natsha lightly pressed a small button on the control panel, one glance at it was enough to make anyone dizzy.

Her car's body instantly became slick, coated in a glossy layer of oil. The tighter the two cars tried to squeeze her, the more she slipped free from their grip.

She slammed the accelerator and shot forward, breaking out of the trap. The two cars behind her swerved violently, lost control, and crashed straight into each other. Their hoods flew open, tires completely deflated.

Behind the chaotic crash scene, a strip of spikes had appeared out of nowhere.

The road was blocked. The cars behind could no longer continue the chase. Natsha laughed freely, satisfied.

The container truck and her "warhorse" cut through the night and vanished into the darkness.

Leaving behind only furious curses and frustration echoing in their wake.

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Natsha reached the designated drop-off point. She got out of the car, stretched lazily, and with clear satisfaction pulled out a chocolate bar she had prepared earlier from the pocket of her leather jacket.

Now all she needed was for the organization's people to come and take the cargo.

Headlights from afar shone toward her, making her squint.

"The goods are here! Hurry up and check them. I'm off duty!" She said, knocking on the car window while biting into a corner of the chocolate bar.

The window rolled down. A completely unfamiliar face appeared.

"Huh? A newbie? Check the cargo quickly. I'm heading back to rest." She raised an eyebrow.

Natsha jerked her chin toward the container truck.

Suddenly, something cold pressed against her temple. Her lips, just about to take another bite, froze mid-motion.

Her gaze shifted toward the rear of her car. A small electronic device mounted there was blinking incessantly.

"Sh*t!" She cursed under her breath.

A heavy blow struck the back of her neck.

Before losing consciousness entirely, she caught sight of a figure fully equipped with diving gear, giving her a crisp military salute then leaping straight into the sea.

"Bastard..."

The driver of the container truck successfully escaped ALONE.