Chapter 1: Female Mercenary Transmigration [1]

The starlight was brilliant.

The sky was adorned with countless stars, making the night sky look as if it were in full, magnificent bloom.

The stars and moon shone together; the full moon hanging obliquely at the edge of the sky appeared exceptionally bright at this moment.

Silver moonlight cascaded down, casting a silvery phantom over all the thickets on the island.

It merged seamlessly with the boundless sea, which rippled with layers of silver waves, giving off an ethereal beauty that made one feel as if they were stepping into a painting.

Hua Wuxin leaned lazily on a tree branch about seven or eight meters high.

Through the starlight, she squinted her eyes slightly, enjoying the beautiful scenery against the sea breeze.

At this moment, a misty, ethereal vapor that she had never seen before drifted across the surface of the sea.

The mist gradually approached the shores of the island, carrying a strange, firefly-like glow that seemed to be reflected from the light and the seawater.

Such a beautiful sight caused Hua Wuxin to take a deep breath involuntarily, as if she were immersed in some hauntingly beautiful, magical land.

In her eyes, it was a dreamlike landscape.

But not far behind her, it was a battlefield.

A violent explosion caused Hua Wuxin to frown slightly.

She sighed softly into her earpiece, "Can't you guys be a little more gentle? It's one thing to interrupt my appreciation of the scenery, but waking people up from their sleep is truly impolite!!"

"Boss!"

A playful laugh came through the earpiece. "We've already been very gentle! We guarantee they'll all sleep very sweetly."

In the earpiece, explosions rang out one after another.

Thick smoke billowed.

The entire space was filled with the heavy scent of gunpowder.

Listening to the deafening explosions, Hua Wuxin looked back through the thick smoke at the figures moving rapidly in the distance, her lips curling into a charming, demonic smile.

Dead people, of course, sleep very sweetly.

Hearing several "OKs" coming through the earpiece, Hua Wuxin leaped agilely from the tree.

Her three-inch steel-heeled stilettos landed steadily on the uneven, gravelly ground.

Upon landing, she casually smoothed out the wrinkles on her tight little evening gown.

Then, she raised her hand, using the light of the bright moon to inspect the perfect crystal nails her manicurist had spent three hours creating for her today.

Seeing that her nails were still flawless, a look of satisfaction immediately appeared in Hua Wuxin's eyes.

In her eyes, the mission that had just been completed wasn't even as good as her fingernails.

Hearing approaching footsteps, Hua Wuxin finally shifted her gaze from her nails.

She looked up at the handsome red-haired man who had walked up to her side carrying a sniper cannon.

Seeing him give her a thumbs-up, the corners of Hua Wuxin's mouth curled up slightly, and she cast a half-smiling, glancing look at that handsome face. "Done?"