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Chapter 002: Codename “Wildcat”

Her BMW screeched to a stop at a noisy nightclub. Throwing a flirtatious glance to the valet, she sashayed inside. Amid the pulsing lights, she ordered half a dozen bottles of sake and let the thirsty men swarm around her—until she spied her mark.

Feigning drunkenness, she stumbled into a handsome stranger’s arms and lured him into the private ladies’ room. Once inside, her smile vanished; a swift s***h of her blade felled him, and she confirmed his unconsciousness before slipping back through the exhaust vent.

Moments later, a live band took the stage—her signal. She burst out of the club to the parking lot, swapped into her stolen Hummer, and tailed her target’s two Toyota escorts. Hours of covert pursuit ended at another hotel, where she again charmed the mark into a presidential suite—then revealed her weapons and slaughtered his bodyguards before executing him in cold blood.

With two more kills behind her, she cleaned up, placed another silent call to the front desk, and vanished into the night. But the body of the security chief—a notorious yakuza boss—would not long remain undiscovered.

A third target awaited—a crime lord linked to international o***************g. Using a stolen M21 suppressed sniper rifle set with night-vision optics, she perched on a rooftop overlooking his seaside villa.

She phoned him under the guise of a Tokyo homicide detective, feigning news of another murder—and the tycoon stepped out. One clean shot to his forehead, two more to his bodyguards, and the villa fell eerily silent.

Her exfiltration was as swift as her assault: she escaped in a stolen Mercedes, detonated her decoy Hummer with a remote, and disappeared into the early morning mist.

Back in Beijing, in the West Conference Hall of Zhongnanhai at 2:10 AM on August 4, 2008, top generals and intelligence officers gathered under flickering lights. Major Li Yang of Section 9 paced anxiously—until the Director himself entered, flanked by steely guards.

Questions rose about the “Wildcat” operation’s scope and the risks to national security. Li Yang pleaded the excellence of Agent 003’s record—her countless repatriations of traitors, hostage rescues from war zones, and sabotage of enemy bases. But the Director silenced him: no agent, however valorous, may imperil the state.

When Li Yang invoked her heroic feats—op. “Scorched Earth” in Iraq, infiltration of Venezuela’s black-market arms labs, daring escapes in Syria—the Director’s stern mask faltered. Yet he reaffirmed: Section 9 would abandon the “Wildcat” team, sacrificing its own for the greater good. Li Yang himself was confined to the hall.

Outside, the Tokyo streets whispered of betrayal—Agent 003 was now a rogue, hunted by her own country.

At 2:40 AM, Agent 003 snuck into her final target’s mansion on Hightide Avenue. As rain slicked the empty streets, she assembled her sniper rifle, then placed a covert call to the boss of the criminal cell, feigning a police inquiry. Inside, lights flickered—her mark emerged with four bodyguards.

Her first shot rang out like thunder; within seconds, all were dead. She slipped away under the cover of darkness, detonated a decoy vehicle, and raced toward safety.

Twenty minutes later, she warned headquarters: “All targets are down. Extraction ASAP.”

At Beijing’s naval command center, Admiral Liu Yurui nodded. “Operation Wildcat is complete. Phase II begins at once.”