When it comes to killing, you have to find a professional.
"Makima, what do you think?"
"If it's for killing... that person might be the most suitable, and they are low-profile enough."
Thus, Makima and Sumire reached a tacit agreement... The second figure walking out of the elevator was a tall woman, standing at a staggering 1.8 meters.
She had long, silvery-white hair tied casually into a ponytail behind her head. She wore a slightly loose white shirt and black trousers, carrying no weapons in her hands.
Most striking was the black eyepatch covering her right eye.
She was expressionless, one might even say World-weary.
The coldness and indifference radiating from her very core made it seem as if the dozens of armed thugs before her were nothing more than a patch of weeds waiting to be harvested.
Yes, Sumire and Makima had chosen Quanxi.
I can't imagine how powerful those hands would be when fingering someone.
The first Devil Hunter, and also a Crossbow Weapon Human of the same "race" as Reze.
As for why she was chosen? Sumire had very sound reasons.
First, her strength was beyond doubt.
Although in terms of pure destructive power, Quanxi wasn't top-tier—her range of fire didn't even match Reze's Bomb—she excelled due to her unparalleled combat experience and assassination skills.
Without the need to blow up the entire building, Quanxi's killing efficiency was absolutely T0-tier.
Secondly, whether it was the Typhoon Devil that could create hurricanes or the mountain-like Colossus of Justice, Galio, their sizes were too massive and conspicuous.
This included the Incarnations as well.
Reze, Perona, and Lux either lacked sufficient lethality or their abilities were too high-profile, easily drawing unnecessary trouble.
Sumire's current strategy was to develop quietly and then surprise everyone, not wanting to trigger S.H.I.E.L.D. or anyone else.
Of course, besides these high-sounding reasons, there was a more important one. That was... Sumire was actually an irredeemable "face-con."
The previous candidate summons couldn't be called good-looking; they were just plain ugly... one might even say they were a bit SAN-draining.
Moria?
That gloomy zombie shut-in who looks like a moldy green onion?
Pass.
Typhoon Devil?
This one was even more of a heavyweight. Calling it a Typhoon Devil, it was more like a combination of a Large Intestine Devil and a Giant Baby Devil.
Pass!
Only Galio could be considered tall and mighty, but overall, he was still a big dummy.
On the other hand, there was Quanxi.
White hair, eyepatch, white shirt, long-legged onee-san—cool and dashing. Moreover, Quanxi was a lesbian, even a Chinese lesbian.
Wasn't this the perfect match?!
Sumire felt like she had met an old friend in a foreign land; one beauty appreciating another!
Even if just for the eye candy, she had to choose Quanxi!
...However, Quanxi was a summon, after all, not an Incarnation like Reze and the others.
Sumire couldn't completely take over her body and mind as she did with the Incarnations.
At this moment, she was the original Quanxi with her own independent consciousness.
Like Kumashi, she had been implanted with some basic knowledge, but her mind was still full of question marks.
Quanxi scratched her head in some distress, a trace of confusion flashing in her exposed eye:
"So... Makima disappeared because she ran off to another World?"
"Why... did I follow along too... Was I controlled by her? When did that happen..."
She sighed, her voice carrying a deep exhaustion. "Can I still go back? They're still waiting for me at home for dinner..."
However, before she could get an answer to this philosophical question, the Russians had already snapped out of it.
They had no idea what these two women were here for.
In the eyes of those hormone-addled gangsters, they only saw two girls with pretty faces who had actually delivered themselves to their doorstep.
"Hey, look what we have here."
A bald guy whistled, dropped the gun in his hand, and a wretched, greedy smile appeared on his face.
The surrounding lackeys also let out malicious laughter as they slowly closed in, their gazes roaming wantonly over Reze and Quanxi. "Are you lost, girls? Do you need your uncles to show you the way?"
Looking at these filthy men approaching without a care for their lives.
The confusion in Quanxi's eyes vanished.
It was replaced by an annoyance at being disturbed, and... a coldness as if looking at dead people.
"Forget it, let's get to work first." Quanxi sighed softly, as if talking to herself, or perhaps passing a sentence.
She cracked her neck slightly and said softly in that lazy, magnetic voice—
"No Russian."
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