The fierce night wind howled, and the dense atmosphere made the gusts even wilder here. Climbing a hundred floors straight up a slippery glass wall in this gale—honestly, even James Bond would chicken out. The building’s exterior glass was one-way: people inside could see out, but outsiders couldn’t see in. Every single floor up to the ninety-ninth was crawling with Dog Squad members. If anyone was spotted clinging to the glass, a hail of bullets would instantly shatter the window. Even if you survived, once the alarm sounded, the target would immediately escape.
This was basically a mission impossible for any normal human.
But Jill Young used both arms and legs at once, nimble as a gecko. No fancy infrared goggles or high-tech gear—she relied solely on her ears to track movements inside the building. She shot upward, leaping five or six meters at a time. Sometimes she’d pause or shift sideways to avoid sightlines, but she made it all the way up without triggering a single alarm.
The last two floors were even more heavily guarded, with cameras lining the rooftop edge. Jill waited and watched for a moment, then seized her chance—arms and legs working together, she whooshed up seven or eight meters in an instant and flipped herself onto the rooftop.
"Man, these bastards live way too well." Hidden in the shadows, Jill scoped out the scene ahead. The so-called hundredth floor was actually a huge villa, sprawling across the rooftop. A three-story mansion with an outdoor pool, a suspended helipad, and two helicopters. Compared to Xiao Di’s ex-boyfriend’s shack, this was heaven and earth. Even in the dead of night, the place was packed—glasses clinking everywhere, like they were throwing some kind of party.
Scantily clad beauties and sharply dressed Syndicate mobsters, all gathered in noisy clusters. Jill glanced over, then ignored them, focusing on today’s target. The guy was easy to spot—his looks were distinctive. Built like a muscle-bound bro, but with a head that didn’t match at all. From his brows, nose, mouth, cheeks, and double chin, he genuinely looked like a human-shaped rooster.
Ren Xiangji, Dog Squad’s number two, was the center of attention in any crowd. He effortlessly charmed two beauties, draping his arms around both as the trio headed for a side room. It was obvious what they were up to, so nobody cared or asked. The rest quietly steered clear—after all, eavesdropping on the Dog Squad’s number two was strictly off-limits.
Inside the room, Ren Xiangji was still pretty cautious. He checked every nook and cranny—nothing seemed off. "Alright, ladies, time to see my big surprise!" He turned around, all excited, only to find a gun barrel pointed right at his head. The smirking woman was familiar—she was the very target he’d been investigating lately. The two beauties were already knocked out cold on the floor, probably chloroformed.
"Talk. What’s the security code?" Jill cut straight to the chase.
"If I... If I tell you, the Syndicate will kill me for sure." Ren Xiangji struggled a bit.
"If you talk, the Syndicate probably won’t bother hunting you down. You might even survive. But if you don’t talk, I’ll kill you right now—and then you won’t have to worry about anything ever again."
"Alright, I’ll talk!" Ren Xiangji caved immediately, seeing the bigger picture.
Once she got the code, Jill knocked Ren Xiangji out with a single punch. Turns out, for all his cowardice, the guy was surprisingly sturdy—he had strength on par with Xiao Di, about Dragon Elephant Level Three. Still, he didn’t even try to fight back and was knocked out cold. Jill slipped out the window and, following her memorized route, made her way to the secure elevator.
The secure elevator was in the villa’s "basement," and even during the party, plenty of people guarded it without leaving their posts. The security level was intense. But now that Jill had the code, she didn’t bother hiding. She whipped out her twin pistols and burst from her hiding spot—gunshots rang through the villa.
While the guests were still confused, Jill had already taken the elevator. The high-speed lift shot up from the garage below, and as soon as the doors opened, Xiao Di led her crew charging out. "Dog Squad isn’t here for fun—they can only send one more wave, so we’ve gotta move before they regroup! Go, go, go!" Xiao Di shouted orders like a counter-terror team captain, leading the charge. Gunfire erupted, alarms blared, and guests scattered in panic. Gangsters pulled their weapons—chaos everywhere.
Just thirty seconds later, the second wave of reinforcements came up in the high-speed elevator. Jill called Pierce, and under his command, the building’s power was cut. Instantly, the villa was pitch black—now, this penthouse accessible only by elevator was a cage. The enemies inside were many, but in the chaos, they couldn’t stop No One Under Heaven’s blitz.
Jill and Xiao Di each led a team—Jill took the upper floors, Xiao Di the lower. Jill’s squad quickly fought their way back to Ren Xiangji’s room. She found him still passed out on the bed. "Tie him up," Jill ordered, and a few crew members wrapped Ren Xiangji up like a dumpling. He was the main target tonight; with him in hand, everything else was just details.
"Wake him up." Jill’s orders were always short, and her crew’s methods were just as simple. A burly guy slapped Ren Xiangji twice—front and back—and he groggily came to. It only took a moment for him to size up his situation.
"Where’s Derek Cheng?" Jill didn’t need threats anymore—the aura she gave off was plenty.
"I don’t even know who you’re talking about! I swear, I really don’t know! I wasn’t on that flight, and only Cake Dog knows where Derek Cheng is now!" Ren Xiangji was about to cry.
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"Cake Dog? He’s still alive? That’s actually a surprise," Jill muttered. "Where is Cake Dog? If you don’t even know that, you might as well be dead."
"I know, I know! This I know!" Ren Xiangji nodded frantically. "He’s right here in the villa!"
"In this villa? Seriously?" What are the odds?
"Yep. He was badly wounded on the flight from Steelbullet City to Steelbull City, and just got discharged today. The whole party is to celebrate his release!" Ren Xiangji struggled to his feet, eager to play the loyal guide. "I know which room he’s in—I’ll take you right to him!"
Before Ren Xiangji finished, Jill’s ears picked up the sound of helicopters starting up on the helipad. From the villa’s third floor, she saw both choppers’ rotors spinning fast, stirring up the air. Down on the first floor, the enemy was locked in a fierce firefight with Xiao Di, blocking the way to the helipad. The Syndicate’s crew was tough, so Xiao Di couldn’t break through right away. She shouted up to Jill: "I spotted that dude with the man’s body and woman’s head! Go grab him!"
Xiao Di’s shout carried far. Someone poked their head out of one of the helicopters and yelled back, "You’re the freak, you crazy chick! Just because you’ve got two lumps on your chest doesn’t mean you get special treatment. Wait till I get back—I’ll mess you up!" Then, the helicopter finished powering up and slowly lifted off, disappearing into the night sky.
Xiao Di was fuming. She barked at her crew, "Get over there and shoot that guy’s chopper down!" She grabbed a submachine gun and opened fire. She didn’t hit Cake Dog’s helicopter, but she scared the second one so bad it scrambled to take off, wobbling out over the rooftop.
Just as Xiao Di was about to look for a rocket launcher, a crash sounded from the third floor. She looked up to see Jill, arms crossed in front of her face, smashing through the glass. Jill must’ve had a good running start—she soared in a long arc, twin pistols blazing as she cleared the way ahead.
Landing, rolling, springing up again! Jill vaulted over the twenty-meter-wide swimming pool. In midair, she spun and fired—bullets rained down, clearing the helipad of dangerous enemies. The second helicopter climbed fast, trying to escape. No time to turn, the pilot yanked the stick, sending the chopper sliding sideways.
At that moment, Jill landed, rolled, and hit the helipad. She holstered her guns, then sprinted for the helicopter like a track star. The wide helipad was just a couple of strides to her—one, two, three, and she launched herself into the air, leaping toward the chopper more than thirty meters away, with nothing but a hundred-story drop below.
For a split second, Xiao Di stopped breathing, No One Under Heaven’s crew stared wide-eyed, and even the enemy fighters paused mid-gunfire.
The pilot didn’t see any of this—he just wanted to get out of danger. Thirty meters up, he thought he was safe, but suddenly the chopper lurched, like something had grabbed the landing gear. "What the—?" He turned to see the locked cabin door violently forced open. Jill slipped inside, gun aimed at his forehead.
"Chase."
Jill didn’t say much, but anyone could tell who they were supposed to chase. The pilot, though, just grinned maniacally: "Long live Mr. Reckless!"
Next thing Xiao Di saw was Jill tossing the pilot out the cabin door. He plummeted toward the street below, shouting something unintelligible.
"Hey, are you nuts?" Xiao Di called Jill. "Why’d you kill the pilot?"
"He was a die-hard Mr. Reckless fan. Refused to cooperate, so what was I supposed to do?" Jill sounded almost regretful.
Xiao Di’s head filled with frustration. "Of all times, you had to pick now... Just our luck... Wait—" She noticed the helicopter flying off and suddenly got excited. "You know how to fly a helicopter?"
"Nope. First time."
"Huh?" Xiao Di was about to lose it. "You don’t know how to fly and you’re just winging it? Aren’t you afraid you’ll crash and die?"
"I found a parachute, so I’ll be fine. And piloting a helicopter can’t be that hard—just fiddle with it and you’ll figure it out." Jill sounded way too excited, like she’d just found a new toy. "No matter what, I’m catching Cake Dog!"
In the night sky, Jill’s helicopter wobbled and lurched forward.
That night, plenty of people noticed the drunken-looking chopper overhead, zigzagging and looping, fast and slow, high and low. Sometimes it tilted like it was about to crash, sometimes it spun in wild circles. Even Cake Dog couldn’t help glancing back and muttering, "Which idiot is flying that thing?"
But maybe Jill really did have a knack for machinery. Soon enough, the helicopter started flying straight. It was still wobbly, but it was fast—and getting steadier as she closed the gap.
"Damn it," Cake Dog urged the pilot, "Hurry up! Get to the Morning Star base and hide!"
The pilot turned to Cake Dog. "Boss, don’t worry—Morning Star’s backup is here."
"Backup?" Cake Dog had barely spoken when he caught a flash of fire out of the corner of his eye. He looked back—Morning Star’s uniformed men were popping up on every nearby rooftop. They whipped out rocket launchers and fired missile after missile at the trailing helicopter.
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Jill’s helicopter dodged two missiles, but she wasn’t exactly an ace pilot—missile number three clipped the tail, which burst into flames. The chopper turned into a flying tin can, wobbling in the air. Missile four followed right after—boom! The helicopter exploded, flaming wreckage crashing onto a rooftop below.
"See, boss? Nothing to worry about now," the pilot said, relaxing.
"No, it’s not over yet." Cake Dog grew even more serious. "That pilot’s still alive—she bailed out before the explosion." As if on cue, a parachute blossomed in the night sky, drifting toward the street below. "Forget Morning Star. Just get out of here," Cake Dog urged the pilot, feeling the Morning Star crew wouldn’t be able to stop that woman.
Meanwhile, Jill was drifting down. The skyscrapers looked like mountains, the streets like canyons, and she was heading for the road below. Rat-tat-tat—gunfire from the rooftop tore through the parachute, making it spin and drop faster. But Jill unbuckled in midair, grabbed the chute, and swung herself over to the next building. Unlike the Dog Squad’s slick tower, this one was easy to climb—Jill found handholds with just her arms and legs.
She bounced off three ledges from thirty stories up, then kicked off a streetlamp and landed smack in the middle of the road, right in the thick of traffic. Ignoring the stares from startled pedestrians, Jill looked up at the helicopter carrying Cake Dog as it flew off. Even with her sharp eyes, there was no way to catch up in this traffic.
Cars were definitely out.
"Uh, excuse me... are you The Queen?" came a timid voice nearby. "Hm?" Jill turned to see a chubby guy in classic biker gear, looking at her with hope.
"Ah! It really is you!" The guy was so flustered he put his hands behind his head and giggled. "I’m a huge fan—can I get your autograph?"
"Hold up," Jill eyed his ride and patted his shoulder. "Hey man, mind if I borrow your bike? I’ll get it back to you later."
"No problem at all!" The guy hopped off his motorcycle. "I’ve put a ton of work into this baby—it’s got..."
"See ya!" Jill didn’t wait for the sales pitch—she hopped on, shifted gears, and roared off.
"Wow, that was... decisive," the chubby guy just stood there, lost for words.
The night wind whipped past as Jill Young tore through traffic on her motorcycle. This was a real racing bike—fat tires, a beefy engine, insane acceleration, and top speed. The frame was a bit heavy, but for Jill, that was nothing. She quickly pushed it past 200 kilometers per hour, blazing down the street after the distant helicopter.
"Hey, Pierce, do me a favor." Even in the middle of a chase, Jill didn’t forget to call her crew. "Next time, get me a top-shelf motorcycle—I think I’m in love!"
Meanwhile, Cake Dog’s helicopter soared out of the glowing city lights and into a dark, silent zone. The Queen’s District had docks, and one cargo dock was Syndicate turf—also a secret Morning Star hideout. Usually it was for smuggling, but tonight it was the perfect safe house.
The chopper landed on the dock’s open ground. A uniformed guy hustled Cake Dog into a warehouse, where forty-plus men waited, all geared up. "Only this many?" Cake Dog’s eyebrows knotted—on that hulking frame, it looked downright weird.
"Hmph, isn’t Dog Squad supposed to be the info kings? Got snuck up on in your own den." The uniformed dude wasn’t giving Cake Dog any respect. "We didn’t expect you’d be this useless, so this is all we could get on short notice."
"You—!" Cake Dog was about to blow up, but held it in. It was true, they’d dropped the ball tonight, and right now he needed Morning Star’s protection. Not the time to flip out.
But Cake Dog kept quiet, while the uniformed guy wasn’t done. "Heh, what’s that look for?" He sneered. "Listen, we’re not like you clowns—can’t even stop one woman on a rampage." He’d just gotten word: Jill’s chopper had been shot down, and now she was playing deathmatch in the city with Morning Star’s crew.
"Not that I’m surprised. A weak boss means a weak crew. With a freak like your boss, Dog Squad’s gotta have it rough." The uniformed guy didn’t care about tact, slapping the pilot on the back and jeering, "Unlike him, we’re real men. Why don’t you join Morning Star instead?"
The pilot just gave an awkward smile and didn’t answer. Cake Dog’s face twitched—he was about to snap. But just then, a thunderous roar echoed from outside, getting louder by the second. The warehouse’s third-floor-high windows suddenly lit up, blasted by a powerful beam.
"Crap!" The uniformed guy’s face changed. "Outside—there’s a ramp forming..."
He didn’t finish—BANG! A flying motorcycle smashed through the glass and burst inside. The heavy bike roared, soaring in a wild arc. Time seemed to slow as the uniformed men shielded their eyes from the headlight glare. Through their fingers, they saw a grinning woman on the bike, pulling out something big from thin air.
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It was a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher...
"No—!"
BOOM! A massive explosion ripped through the center of the warehouse. The concrete floor was scorched and cratered, shrapnel and fire tore through everything. The whole building shook like a mini earthquake. Through the flames, Jill Young rode her bike straight across, landing with a heavy thud.
Screech! Jill slammed the brakes, kicked out the stand with a snap. Dressed in her signature armor, she looked straight-up like the Terminator. She glanced around, raised an eyebrow, and grinned, "Oh, you guys react pretty fast."
Across the flames, Cake Dog held a sheet of metal. The moment Jill fired the rocket, he’d dived out, grabbed the metal, and shielded himself from the blast and shrapnel. Now he tossed the battered plate aside, ripped his ruined sleeve, and revealed a pair of seriously jacked arms.
His guns were gone, so he was unarmed. But surrender? Not a chance. He glared at Jill, murder in his eyes, and strode forward. The firelight made him look even more dangerous, muscles rippling with rage and adrenaline.
Big frame, tough build—Cake Dog marched straight at her. Seeing this, Jill holstered her gun. Sure, she was a crime boss now, but first and foremost, Jill was a fighter. Well, maybe not a textbook martial artist like Yang Qi, but she thrived on challenges and never backed down.
"Interesting. Really interesting. I thought Ren Xiangji’s style meant the boss was a wimp, but turns out you’ve got some guts." Jill flashed a grin sharper than she’d shown since arriving in this world. "Now that’s what I call a real tough guy."
"Real tough guy?" Cake Dog suddenly snapped, charging forward and howling, "Enough with the tough guy talk! What’s so great about being a tough guy? My dream is to be a—" His powerful leg swept in a whirlwind kick: "Wo-man!"
Jill met his kick head-on. Two legs collided in midair with a thunderous crack, and a fierce gust blasted out from the impact.