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Chapter 69 Night Raid

Putting on her night vision goggles, Selena leaped up, hooked onto the eaves of the window, and used the momentum of her body swinging back and forth like a swing to throw herself up to the second floor.

Grabbing the marble railing of the second-floor balcony, the girl used her powerful arm strength, comparable to that of a rock climber, to pull herself up.

The entire process was conducted without a sound, and even his breathing was unusually steady.

Next comes the main event. Outside the balcony glass, Selena skillfully took out a compass cutter from her small bag, attached the suction cup at the bottom to the glass surface, and pushed the tip of the blade to rotate with her right hand.

Unlike the ideal scenario in the movie, the noise this thing makes when cutting glass is amplified infinitely in a quiet environment, so Catwoman only dares to cut it little by little.

It took her about twenty minutes to cut a round hole just big enough for her body to pass through.

As Selena peeked through a corner of the curtain, moonlight streamed into the room through a round hole. Just as she slipped half her body inside, a Doberman Pinscher came running up with cheerful steps and began licking her face eagerly.

Before each burglary, she would spray herself with canine pheromones to protect herself from any barking, vicious dogs that might appear inside. She still has a row of teeth marks on her calves—a bloody lesson learned the hard way.

"What a good baby~"

Selena sneaked into the house and gave the dog a good rub before reluctantly giving it a sedative injection.

The homeowner owns a dog, which means the chances of an infrared detector being installed inside the house are very low, but she still checked it just to be on the safe side.

Outside the cabinet door, on the oil painting, Richard had set up infrared sensors on almost every valuable item, but fortunately the path to the bedroom was unobstructed.

Insert the wire into the keyhole and gently fiddle with it a few times; the bedroom door is then pushed open a crack.

Clothes were scattered around the bed.

The trousers were crumpled, the legs turned inside out, dangling over a pair of black stockings that had been torn to shreds. Selena squeezed into the room sideways, carefully avoiding the lace bra on the floor, and then used her toes to pull aside a pair of boxer briefs with a look of disgust.

Richard, having just survived a fierce battle, lay naked on the bed, snoring loudly. His left hand was around the slender waist of his blonde companion, while his right hand rested on the thigh of the red-haired woman.

Upon witnessing this scene, Selena felt an urge to pop her own eyes out with her night vision goggles.

But more than this despicable act, the uncertainty surrounding Richard's hand positions was the biggest challenge of the operation.

Selena knew this, of course, so she breathed a sigh of relief when she learned from Qin Wei that her target was single. Being single is so easy! She can either sleep on her back or on her stomach; surely no one would put their hands between their legs.

It turned out that there was none, but this eligible bachelor's sleeping posture was more alluring than imagined.

The good news is that Richard is sleeping soundly, and moving his body slightly shouldn't wake him.

Catwoman decided to start with the hairy hand on the red-haired woman's thigh.

It must be said that the beds in wealthy families are really wide, 10 feet (about 3 meters) long and wide. She had to tiptoe up to reach Richard's hand.

The soft velvet cushion caused her to sink in with every movement, and she also had to avoid wearing six intertwined legs, making it much more difficult than simply sneaking in to steal money.

"We have to pay more, we have to make him pay more!"

Selena muttered to herself.

She took her collaboration with Qin Wei very seriously and hadn't asked for a single extra penny so far. But this time she changed her mind. She was carrying out the mission with the nerves on edge, and it would be a disservice to herself not to ask for more money.

She crawled over to Richard and carefully picked up a finger and peeled it off the woman's buttocks.

"Hmph~"

A soft, delicate humming sound drifted from the quiet room.

Richard didn't react, but the red-haired woman was the first to come to her senses.

What should I do?

There are two choices: one is to risk the woman waking up and collect her fingerprints, and the other is to hide first.

The first plan has a very high success rate, but the probability of it being discovered after it succeeds is also very high.

Selena is confident she can escape, but what if she wakes up to find herself facing a strange thief—who hasn't touched any money or valuables in the house, yet seems fixated on her fingers? Guess what Richard will think? Will he tighten bank security?

We can't mess up Wei's plan!

In a flash, Selena made a decision, retreating back to the bedside and hiding close to the base of the bed.

She had just hidden herself when she heard a woman turn over in the darkness, followed by the rustling sound of someone scratching their hair.

pat!

A crisp sound of the switch on and off.

The bedside lamp turned on, illuminating the replica Mona Lisa painting on the wall.

When Selena met the gaze of the woman in the painting, who was standing with her hands clasped and a cold smile, her thoughts exploded like a bomb with its wires cut.

……

With a deafening roar, the Batmobile smashed through the villa's outer wall like a ruthless battering ram. The shattered bricks and stones exacerbated the chaos created by the smoke bombs, while the beams of its headlights tore through the billowing smoke and dust.

What would an ordinary person do if they encountered such a situation?

Even if they didn't scream and run away, they should at least show fear and unease, but look what these brats did! They rushed out of the house at the sound of the noise, letting out primal howls and throwing whatever they could find at the Batmobile.

Benches, potted plants, and bottles of liquor—these guys have probably gone crazy on drugs, imagining themselves as warriors challenging evil dragons.

Now we'll see how the dragon retaliates.

Jason, inside the cockpit, glanced around at the faces around him, distorted and mangled by frenzied groaning, and silently pressed the red button on the back of the steering wheel.

With a clattering sound from the hinges, the two iron plates at the front of the vehicle unfolded to the sides, revealing a jet-black machine gun that stood tall and proud before everyone, like a totem of fertility worship.

Its appearance put a pause on the farce, freezing the crazy little brats in place, and the whole place fell into dead silence except for the crackling of the campfire.

"Make the commotion even louder, I don't like silent films!"

Jason, behind the mask, smiled and tilted his head.

He pressed the fire button, and the machine gun, spewing flames, began a full-scale, all-around barrage under his control.

Of course, to prevent Jason from making things too big, the vehicle was filled with rubber bullets. But don't think that soft rubber is harmless. Propelled by the 12.7mm machine gun powder, these bullets were given terrifying kinetic energy enough to break ribs when they left the barrel.

The smoke from the smoke grenades had barely cleared when the roaring machine guns plunged the small courtyard into new chaos.

Bullets rained down on the windows and bombarded the flowerbeds, scattering debris and clods of earth like fireworks, splashing onto screaming, terrified faces.

The youths wailed and cried, clutching their wounds as they fell to the ground, then stumbled to their feet and desperately fled the Batmobile.

They finally realized that they were not warriors at all, but just a bunch of mud that had been kneaded into a ball.

The party was far from over; it was just pushed to a new climax in an even crazier and more playful way.