After leaving the near-mentally-collapsed Elliott Kwan, Morell didn't hesitate for a moment. Her next target locked onto Karl Strange, Militech Special Projects Division's operations coordinator.
Unlike Kwan hiding beneath layers of protection, Strange displayed confidence based on his environment.
He was located inside a high-end private club in Heywood controlled by Militech. On the surface an elite social venue, it was actually one of the company's high-level secret meeting and temporary rest points.
The club's security level far exceeded ordinary corporate facilities, equipped with dynamic infrared sensor nets covering all corners, pressure-detection floors, plus voiceprint recognition systems. A permanently stationed elite guard squad of twelve personnel.
Members all received anti-infiltration and indoor close-quarters combat training, equipped with latest smart weapons and light armor.
These defensive measures were parsed and assessed one by one in Morell's reconstructed perception systems.
She didn't choose conventional infiltration paths but instead activated the Sandevistan system in shadows approximately 150 meters from the club's main building.
The experimental-grade neural drive system, after improvements, displayed smoother acceleration curves and lower neural loads.
Her figure transformed into barely-traceable afterimages at extreme speeds. Dynamic infrared sensor nets only recorded brief, minor amplitude fluctuations the system judged as environmental interference. Pressure-sensing floors hadn't transmitted complete pressure distribution data before she'd already passed through outer perimeter zones like silent gales.
Karl Strange was currently inside an encrypted communications room on the club's third floor.
This room underwent special treatment—walls embedded with signal-shielding layers, windows using double-layer composite bulletproof glass.
He was communicating with Militech headquarters through encrypted lines, discussing focal points precisely on adjusting next-step action strategies toward Maine's crew plus their backing technical sources.
Strange's tone was forceful, advocating mobilizing higher-level permissions, deploying orbital reconnaissance resources, conducting more aggressive probes on known associated locations.
Morell didn't attempt breaching the communications room's own physical access controls.
She rapidly calculated optimal paths, utilizing fine protrusions and decorative structures on club exterior walls, climbing at speeds exceeding human visual capture abilities to a visual blind spot above and beside the communications room window.
She raised her right arm. Resonance-coating-enhanced monowire silently shot from miniature launchers in finger joints. Its specially-crafted tip adhesion device precisely fixed onto the bulletproof glass window's edge metal frame.
Immediately after, the Sandevistan system activated again at maximum output.
Morell—following guidance trajectories provided by monowire, body nearly perpendicular to ground—launched like projectiles, massive kinetic energy crashing toward that window theoretically capable of withstanding heavy rifle bullets.
The instant before contact, sonic blades in her left palm had already activated. Invisible ultra-high-frequency vibration waves were concentrated toward impact points.
"BANG—CRASH!"
Double-layer composite bulletproof glass—under dual effects of molecular-level resonance and physical impact—didn't show conventional radial cracks but instead, centered on impact points, instantly disintegrated into countless tiny particles, exploding inward.
Morell's figure wrapped in this glass debris-formed smoke burst into communications room interiors.
Two bodyguards inside were first responders. Their combat implants provided reaction speeds far exceeding normal humans.
However, in Morell's eyes with elongated time perception, their movements seemed mired in viscous mud.
One finger just touching triggers. The other merely managed turning motions.
Sonic blades sliced through air, bringing low-frequency humming, precisely sweeping across the neck region of Strange—back facing windows.
Vibration energy didn't cause massive tearing injuries but directly acted on neck bones and central nerve bundles, causing instant disintegration at microscopic structural levels.
Strange's terrified expression froze. Body losing support, collapsing onto expensive carpets.
From window-breaking to target elimination—entire process duration approximately 1.8 seconds.
Morell's cold compound optical lenses swept across guards briefly frozen inside rooms, plus headquarters liaison's shocked face frozen on communication screens.
She didn't conduct superfluous attacks. Her action directive cores were efficiently eliminating specific targets—not indiscriminate killing.
When guards finally overcame physiological shock, attempting raising gun barrels—Morell had already reactivated Sandevistan. Her form rapidly retreated, flipping out through the breach she'd created, vanishing into club exterior's complex architectural structures. Shrill alarm sounds only belatedly resounded throughout entire buildings.
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Located atop Charter Hill, the top-tier security community "Odium Estate" was one of Biotechnica board member Julia Winters' primary residences.
Security here was handled by a reputable private military company, integrating facial recognition, thermal imaging patrols, automated sentry turrets, plus underground vibration sensor networks.
Community walls carried high-voltage currents. Resident villas themselves also equipped independent emergency defense systems.
Morell appeared at community peripheries during the darkest moment before dawn—approximately 4:30 AM.
She didn't attempt cracking or bypassing front gate security systems but instead chose a wall section near Winters' villa, relatively concealed.
Through precisely calculating high-voltage current pulse intervals and sentry turret patrol blind spots, she utilized instant burst speeds plus enhanced limb strength, silently clearing several-meter-high walls. Landing produced almost no sounds.
Courtyard patrolling bodyguards totaled four—two-person groups cross-patrolling along fixed routes.
They equipped high-performance visual enhancement optics and detection modules.
Morell utilized villa landscape garden vegetation and decorative objects as cover. Her movement speeds far exceeded bodyguard optics' dynamic capture ability limits.
She employed close-quarters combat techniques combined with precise force strikes, rapidly neutralizing these four bodyguards' combat capabilities before they could issue effective alarms.
Subsequently, she directly faced that floor-to-ceiling bulletproof window occupying Winters' bedroom's entire wall.
This glass's strength sufficed resisting sustained light weapons fire.
Morell didn't linger outside windows.
She raised arms. Sonic blades slid into palms. High-frequency vibrations made surrounding air slightly distort.
Facing thick bulletproof glass, she highly concentrated vibration energy at blade tips, unhesitatingly thrusting forward.
The instant blade tips contacted glass, high-frequency vibration waves transmitted through glass interiors with astonishing efficiency.
Bulletproof glass didn't shatter scattering like ordinary glass but instead—under vibration energy effects—along trajectories sonic blades traced, was neatly cut with openings sufficient for human passage.
Cutting edges were smooth, emitting faint shattering sounds, but overall structures didn't immediately collapse.
Morell single-handedly pushed aside cut glass panels, letting them tilt inward, falling onto bedroom thick carpets with muffled thuds.
She immediately stepped inside, movements fluid and swift.
Inside rooms, lightly-sleeping Julia Winters had already been awakened by glass-landing sounds.
She saw that dark-red figure penetrating supposedly-safe barriers like death itself. Terrified beyond measure, she reached toward emergency call buttons on bedside tables.
Morell's speed far exceeded her reactions.
Sandevistan systems provided instantaneous bursts, making her—the instant Winters' fingers were about to touch buttons—already closing on bedside.
Sonic blades swung past with low humming. Cold light flashed.
Winters' movements abruptly halted.
An extremely fine red line appeared at her neck. Blood then slowly seeped out.
Her eyes—widened from fear and disbelief—body losing all strength, collapsing onto luxurious bedding. Fingers ultimately failing to press that button potentially bringing hope.
Morell stood bedside, calmly scanning confirming target vital signs' disappearance.
Mission complete.
She didn't spare another glance at scene disarray, nor left any traceable marks. Swiftly turning, withdrawing through the entrance she'd created, figure melting into villa exterior's not-yet-faded darkness.
Seconds later, bedroom internal monitoring systems—detecting abnormal movements plus vital sign disappearances—triggered final alarms. Sharp sounds shattered community tranquility. But by then, the executor had long departed.
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