Chapter 8 The Huntress

The woman in a purple and black uniform entered the chaotic underground shopping mall and quickly approached the source of the chaos with the help of night vision goggles. The female voice in charge of remote assistance in the mask's headset reminded her: "Attention, Huntress, your target has entered from the power distribution room. It is moving lower, and it should enter the generator room now. I am putting Its location is sent to your mask's monitor."

"Great, why do freaks always like dangerous places?"

The woman called the huntress grumbled and quickly followed the instructions to find the door painted with lightning symbolising danger, and skillfully picked the door lock and stepped inside.

She took a deep breath, raised her attention, and slowly descended the dark escalator. All kinds of shocking scratches were left on the outer wall, and an indistinct low roar could be heard from the depths of the ground. The sound waves reflected multiple times in the confined space to form multiple echoes, becoming more heart-wrenching.

The huntress went down to the power generation room, holding the door handle with one hand, and with the other hand, she took out a foldable composite golden crossbow from the outside of her snow-white thigh. She took a deep breath, pushed the door open so lightly that it was almost silent, and moved cautiously.

"The heat signal shows it's in this room, and it could be hiding anywhere," the voice in the headset reminded. "Be careful, Huntress. Feedback shows that the target moves quickly and may be quite powerful."

The huntress didn't respond. She held her breath; her bright, intelligent eyes behind the night vision goggles scanned everything like a sophisticated instrument.

Then suddenly, she turned around abruptly, and the bow and crossbow in her hand "swiped" across a perfect 180-degree arc and pointed directly behind her, and the special alloy arrow on the crossbow pointed right there—one's nose.

The two sides stopped simultaneously, and the huntress kept her bow and crossbow fingers on each other's nose for about three or five seconds, and the two were as motionless as two sculptures in the dark.

The huntress saw through her night-vision goggles - it was a man, or perhaps a boy more precisely. He wore a dark blue hood, and although he was a head taller than the huntress, his face showed the childishness of a young man who had not wholly taken off and looked like a scholar.

This naturally followed Jay, who came down from the source of the commotion. When he met this beauty unexpectedly, his eyes lit up, and he recognised the other party's identity. He remembered that the original name of the Huntress seemed to be Helena, a superhero in DC Comics who was once a member of Batman's team, specialising in lurking and hunting, just like her code name.

This should be the first homegrown superhero Jay has ever seen in this world, which makes me a little excited to think about it.

The huntress frowned, which was not what she had stated in her quest manual. She asked, "Who are you?"

"That's from a girl in a mask and a cape," Jay asked. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"Huntress dispatched to deal with an emergency here," she said. "It's hazardous here; you shouldn't..."

As if in response to her "dangerous" word, she only said half of what she said, and a blur of things whizzed along with an invisible cyclone. As soon as Jay closed his pupils, he couldn't help but take a step and push the huntress to the ground. The icy sharps swept past the scalps of the two, leaving deep scratches on the dark green casing of a heavy machine.

The huntress reacted just as quickly, even when she realised the enemy was close at hand. This hairy boy looks quite clever and must ensure his safety before thinking of ways to deal with the enemy.

Yes, she had temporarily dismissed Jay as an "innocent citizen who strayed into a minefield", and it was her duty to keep him safe.

She bounced up nimbly, put an arm behind Jay behind her, and yelled at him, "Get off." The enemy's ferocious pounce just now fell into the air, and at this time, he turned around and seemed rather annoyed. Only then did the huntress see clearly what kind of enemy she was facing—it was two feet tall as her, and it was covered in white scales. Its eyes are blood red, its hands have sharp claws, and the gums in its mouth are like white serrations.

Disgusting guy.

The huntress took a deep breath. She had information that the target was a problematic non-human creature this time, but she didn't expect it to be so exaggerated. She had to admit that she was a little frightened, so the opponent's paws were raised above her head, and she realised that she should dodge.

She was a little embarrassed when she rolled to the side, and the monster's sharp claws tore a corner of her cloak, followed by a quick turn, and continued chasing after her. The huntress jumped up, avoiding the grab while deftly managing to flip onto the opponent's back, with both feet on the opponent's shoulders. She took out two small electrodes from the multifunctional belt and slammed one left and one right on the temples on both sides of the monster—or the parts that should correspond to the temples because she didn't know whether the creature had temples.

It seemed she was right; a dazzling blue electric current was violently released from the electrodes, briefly illuminating the dark room like a fleeting flash of lightning. The monster let out a groan-like roar from its throat and slapped the huntress off her shoulder with a slap. Her cape puffed up mid-air and flew out like a bat with wings outstretched.

She slammed into the door of a voltmeter with a "bang" on her back and fell heavily to the ground, looking a little in pain. But the white monster didn't show any pity. It didn't give the slightest room to breathe and swooped again like a hungry jackal.

The huntress's pupils shrank, and she tumbled smartly against the ground. The next moment, the monster slammed into the floor she was just now, and its sharp claws pierced through the metal floor. It raised its head, its bloody eyes quickly repositioned the prey and pulled out its steel-like nails to get closer. The huntress subconsciously and promptly pulled away from it, raising the crossbow and pulling the trigger. The arrow shot out with a "swoosh", and the swirling beast-trap rope firmly bound the feet of the monster about to run. The white monster lost its balance and fell to the ground but raised its head and roared at her.

After the huntress shouted, "Get off", Jay obediently stepped aside with his arms crossed, watching how the "professional" handled the problem. Although her strength is far from the opponent's, she has been passive, but as an ordinary human without superpowers, her fighting literacy is worthy of admiration.

It would be better if she could handle it without having to do it herself, but looking at the current situation, it seems that she still has to do it herself.

Jay thought of this, the huntress just shot the beast rope, and the monster lost its balance and fell to the ground. She rolled over, got up, turned around without hesitation, grabbed Jay's hand, and ran back.

Jay didn't react for a moment: "Hey, wait... wait..."

"It won't be trapped for a long time by the trapping rope." The huntress dragged him, m and ra said in a sad one, "We have to go quickly!"

Uh...wait a minute, sister, aren't you a professional who came here to solve problems?