Arabella originally planned to stay with Ferdinand for a while.
That batch of weapons was exquisitely crafted, and both of them were experts in weaponry, working together on improvements.
Arabella had an exceptional feel for firearms. Though her weapon of choice wasn't a gun, one of the skills that made her famous was long-range sniping.
The reason why Arabella topped the Night Owl ranking list, far ahead of the second-place AE, was because she could perform blind point sniping better than AE.
Blind point sniping was a skill that only Arabella had mastered, and in solo combat, she was virtually unbeatable.
Blind point sniping, also known as blind killing.
Generally speaking, within the effective range, the better the marksmanship, the more accurate the shot. However, there are still snipers who can make kills beyond the effective range, which is not all that surprising.
But a blind spot kill, made far beyond the effective range, is a different matter. It goes beyond the distance where the human eye can rely on a scope to aim; it's about hitting a target based on a blurry moving point. This is almost like shooting at the moon, with a probability of hitting the target being in the tens of millions to one.
Arabella, however, could perform a blind kill at such a point, and her accuracy was incredibly high.
Conquering a man—desire is just a shallow level of sensation.
A stunning beauty is an added bonus—while it's good to have, such shallow sensations are not enough to conquer a stronger, wilder man.
It's like a game of winners and losers between a man and a woman, where she plays better than him, is more ruthless than him, and more skillful in every way. A woman who controls the entire game like this only intensifies a man's desire. This desire comes from the soul, not just the body. That sense of conquest is like a drug to a man—pleasurable, unforgettable, and impossible to let go of.
Ferdinand was exactly like this, conquered by Arabella. The battle years ago had been spectacular, with Arabella's shot piercing the head of the opposing leader, but it also struck right into his heart.
But before Arabella could even stay a few days, news came from Rus, where she had been surrounded by a local group of armed men at one of her bases.
The Rus government naturally wouldn't intervene, hoping that the two sides would destroy each other so they could profit from it.
Rus is a small country next to Spanka, constantly in a state of war, with local armed factions holding power. The government is only concentrated in the capital, and the whole country is in a state of anarchy and loss of control.
"I'll go with you," Ferdinand said, greatly angered by the news. It was rare for him to see Arabella, and after a year of longing, before he could even show it, she was about to leave.
If she leaves now, when will he see her again?
"No need, can you just put me in touch with someone?" Arabella was focused on studying the map of Rus, preparing for how to approach the battle.
"What do you want me to arrange?" Ferdinand was puzzled—what could he even arrange for her?
"Find a local arms dealer and get me some weapons."
"With me around, what do you need other arms dealers for? Whatever you need, I'll have it ready for you."
Arabella rarely restrained the smile in her eyes. She was so accustomed to putting on a smile for others that almost no one had ever seen her with a cold, furrowed brow.
Occasionally, when her smile faded slightly in front of Ferdinand, it filled him with excitement.
Someone like her—it was a luxury to make her heart move. But if he could get her to relax her guard even a little, it made Ferdinand feel a warmth in his chest.
He was a villain, doing all kinds of wrong, but he was still human, with real emotions. However, they were so slight that they had all been given to Arabella.
"Getting gear from you would make too much noise. If you mess with my territory, there will be a price to pay." Arabella's words were sharp, her tone still light, but her eyes, cold and stern, made it clear her words carried the weight of ice.
In the end, Ferdinand couldn't follow Arabella. He had his own power to maintain.
Though sometimes he envied the two dogs by Arabella's side, more often, Ferdinand felt that the stronger he became, the more he could help Arabella in return.
People like them survive each day through sheer grit. They live on the edge, tasting blood on the tip of a blade; things like love and affection are not meant for them.
This time, Arabella didn't have enough men, so she borrowed some elite soldiers from Ferdinand and headed straight for the destination.
Ferdinand was in contact with a local tough guy named Dorian, who had been in the arms trade between the borders of Spanka and Rus. Ferdinand couldn't make a direct appearance, so everything was handled by an intermediary.
The middlemen were from the Night Owl, renowned internationally for their intelligence and brokering services. Their reputation was impeccable, and they were trusted by all.
There were rumors that the head of Night Owl was behind the black market dealings in Spanka, but there was no solid evidence. After all, Night Owl was a leading authority when it came to accurate intelligence.
Dorian and Arabella were scheduled to meet at the most luxurious nightclub in the small border town, near the Rus border.
The transaction went smoothly, and Dorian agreed to have everything Arabella needed ready the following day.
After the transaction, Arabella came out of the shower, and Dorian's people sent over some late-night snacks.
"I'm Edmund," the man said. His exposed collarbones were delicate, and his blindfolded eyes had the look of a trapped beast. His size below was quite impressive, a sight that could make anyone envious.
Arabella smiled softly, recalling the brief glance she had earlier at the man leading the dance on stage—pure, gentle, his smile bright like the sun, a warm spring breeze.
Such a delightful and tempting treat.
With swift movements, Arabella heard the sharp click of the metal fasteners, her belt coming undone.
Edmund, half-naked, looked irresistibly captivating, even a man's allure could stir desire.
For the desire…
Desire, lust, and indulgence in lust lead to greed, and from greed arises the urge for possession.
Men were usually able to separate sex from emotions; aside from their physical structure, it's more about mental control. Women, on the other hand, were different. They were more emotional and have more layers of restraint, which makes it harder for them to let go.
But Arabella was the complete opposite; she was open, unrestrained.
She carefully savored everything that was addictive, then turned to control it. Desire is part of human nature; she was tainted by every vice, yet she chose to suppress it.
She suppressed human nature to its darkest corners, rendering herself immune to all temptation.
When a noise came from far away, Arabella was the first to notice.
She glanced at Raven, standing in the corner.
Raven hadn't noticed yet, but his constant vigilance made him instantly alert when Arabella's eyes swept over him.
The attackers were still far away, but Arabella could already tell their location.
Through years of brutal combat experience, she developed a keen ability to filter out noise and discern sounds. She could even identify the sound of a gun being chambered from hundreds of meters away.
When the attackers quietly closed in, Raven too was able to clearly gauge the number of enemies and their positions.
Arabella leaned down and kissed Edmund's collarbone, her lips trailing lower, her tongue skillfully gliding across his exposed chest muscles, causing him to shudder involuntarily.
Edmund, blindfolded, couldn't see, but his senses were unusually sharp.
Arabella stoked the flames on his body, her nipple exposed in the air, but the next second it was taken into her warm, moist mouth.
He was handcuffed, his arm muscles straining as he tried to break free, but it was futile.
He tried to suppress his feelings, but desire slowly stirred within him. When Arabella's hand wrapped around his penis, he gritted his teeth, but muffled moans still slipped out.
But with his eyes blindfolded, he couldn't see.
One of Arabella's hands held his penis, while the other steadied a gun aimed firmly at the door.
Raven, with a submachine gun in hand, stood guard at the door, holding his breath, ready for the slaughter at any moment.
