Chapter 782 Back To the IGI Expressions Competition
And yet, with her delicate frame and soft appearance, they had all assumed she was just a pampered, sheltered girl. That illusion shattered in an instant. Hera had just thrown all their assumptions to the wind—and left them speechless.
But Hera didn’t stop. The moment she finished with one target, she pushed herself up from the grassy ground and crouched low. Spotting her next mark, she slinked forward like a hunting cat, every movement quiet and calculated.
When she was close enough, she swept her leg beneath him, sending him crashing to the ground. In a flash, she drew her gun—but instead of pulling the trigger, she struck him hard across the temple, knocking him out cold.
"Secure this one," she said through the comms. "He’s higher up the chain. I think he knows something."
There was a beat of silence before one of the captains responded, his voice tinged with awe."Y-Young Miss... h-how did you know?"
"Through observation," Hera replied simply.
And it was true. She had been watching closely—noticed how that man barked orders while the others followed without question. They moved when he moved, hesitated when he hesitated.
That kind of obedience meant he wasn’t just a grunt—he was leading this group. He might not be high-ranking, but he was definitely someone with authority, perhaps a local captain or gang boss. Either way, he’d have answers.
One of Hera’s men stepped forward, slung the unconscious body over his shoulder, and retreated toward their original position. He checked the man’s pulse—faint, but steady. Just unconscious.