Chapter 1 An Infiltrator

• “My code name is Black Mamba, and I will be your special training instructor for the next three months! I'll make sure that you'll remember this code name as if your life depended on it for the rest of your lives! This is Zone 21. Here, you all have but one name - Greenhorn!”
• In the southern part of the Pandera Ocean, on a certain tropical island.
• Under the blazing sun, a girl clad in camouflage attire held a shining black whip in her hand. She stood in front of a group of towering men, who were also dressed in camouflage and averaged a height of 1.9 meters.
• The oversized camouflage outfit did little to hide the girl's figure, the belt around her waist accentuating her slender form.
• Her face was covered in camouflage paint, allowing only a faint glimpse of her delicate facial features.
• “Permission to speak, ma'am!”
• “Speak!”
• One of the greenhorns, struggling with his broken Clusian, said to the girl, “We can't understand what you're saying. Please speak in an international language!”
• Larissa Stenz couldn't help but laugh out loud on the spot. With a swift roll of her eyes, she crooked a finger at the man.
• “Come over here to speak.”
• The man, still clueless, took a big step forward.
• “Ma'am, this is the Briostein International Mercenary Training Base, so please speak in an international language!”
• No sooner had the words been spoken than Larissa abruptly raised her whip, striking down with all her might.
• The man was clearly also an expert, as he managed to dodge with just a swift move.
• However, he wasn't prepared for the swift kick she followed up with.
• She kicked the man with tremendous force, sending him sprawling onto the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.
• Larissa walked over, her glossy, heavy military boots firmly stepping on his chest.
• “You don't understand what I'm saying, do you?”
• “You...”
• “Here, no one will reason with you. There is no law, and you have no human rights. Everything is dictated by power!”
• Larissa lifted her eyes, sweeping a glance across everyone present.
• “Since I'm stronger, I hope everyone here will take the time outside of their training to pick up a bit of my native language, which is Clusian. I wouldn't want anyone to get a beating simply because they couldn't understand what I was saying.”
• After she finished speaking, she kicked the greenhorn away with one foot before adding in a languid tone, “Use your international language to translate what I just said.”
• Larissa's tone was thick with mockery.
• They were nothing more than a bunch of greenhorns and losers, yet they expected her to speak their language?
• Moreover, she was well aware that these individuals were experts and champions from various countries, many of whom were fluent in several languages.
• At a time like this, stirring up trouble was merely a ploy to knock her down a peg.
• The greenhorn, pale from pain, clutched his chest where his ribs had been kicked in. He struggled to his feet, stumbling over his words as he attempted to translate Larissa's speech.
• Everyone was quite frightened, and no one dared to utter another word.
• The highest mortality rate requirement at the special training base was twenty-five percent.
• In other words, even if Larissa randomly shot down ten out of the forty of them, it would still fall within the acceptable boundaries of her job!
• No one wanted to stir trouble with her as they didn't have a death wish.
• Larissa observed their expressions, feeling immensely pleased.
• She leaned back on the lounge chair that had been prepared in advance, a large sunshade overhead.
• “Now, let's begin our first training lesson - sunbathing! I'm fond of the equatorial sun, and I believe that under its intense rays, you too will feel the fiery passion of Zone 21—”
• Before she could finish her sentence, a jarring alarm suddenly blared.
• Larissa's expression abruptly changed. Heedless of the forty men still present, she immediately rose to her feet.
• “Hold your positions! No one is allowed to move an inch!”
• After saying that, she quickly dashed toward the base headquarters.
• The base headquarters housed a vast collection of top-secret files. Almost every month, someone would be trying to steal them, yet no one had ever managed to infiltrate the headquarters and set off the alarm.
• The person this time was an expert!
• Before even reaching the headquarters, Larissa spotted a figure flipping over the three-meter-high concrete wall of the base.
• Judging by the figure, it was a man. He was clad in casual black attire, his face obscured by a mask and hat.
• The sniper at the base fired several shots, all of which missed their mark.
• An instructor attempted to intercept him from behind, but the infiltrator swiftly turned around and shot him down with two bullets.
• “Useless pieces of trash! Give me the gun!”
• Upon seeing the situation, Larissa's face darkened. With a swift kick, she toppled the sniper hidden near the entrance of the headquarters and took over the sniper's position.
• She hunched behind the cover, squinting as she gauged the perfect moment to fire her gun.
• However, it seemed as if the man had sensed her presence, for he turned around and glanced in her direction.
• Through the scope, Larissa got a clear view of his eyes.
• Those were a pair of strikingly beautiful eyes characteristic of Aplothians.
• In that fleeting moment, she pulled the trigger.
• After the dull sound of the gunshot, a spray of blood erupted from the man's back.
• The force of the bullet knocked him off the cliff, causing him to fall into the sea.
• Relieved, Larissa stood up and ordered the instructor standing nearby, “Go bring him back.”