10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 149- Sugar’s Betrayal
She was thrown like a ragdoll. She rolled over the unforgiving sand, the metal of her suit sparking and tearing as it scraped the ground.
Her shoulder was shattered. The harsh impact cracked her high-tech helmet clean in two, exposing her bruised, tear-streaked face to the biting wind.
The world spun in a dizzying, nauseating loop. Gritty dirt filled her mouth.
She gasped, coughing up hot blood into the broken remnants of her mask.
Then came the heavy thud of combat boots.
Followed by rough, unforgiving hands.
Two massive men in tactical black ops gear grabbed her slender arms, yanking her up from the dirt like she weighed nothing at all. The ruined armor hung loosely from her petite, vulnerable frame.
"Target secured."
"She’s bleeding bad," the second one noted, his grip bruising her bicep. "Arrange first aid. We need to bring her in breathing, or the commander will mount our heads."
She struggled weakly against their hold.
She kicked out once, her soft thighs flexing—but it was entirely useless. Her legs felt like lead. Her battered body was simply giving up.
"No... no, no, no..." she whimpered, her voice a pathetic, broken sound.
They mercilessly dragged her limp body toward the idling armored jeep.
And then—
BOOOOOOOM
A deafening thunderclap tore the night sky wide open.
CRACK—!!
Warped metal screamed in protest. A massive shockwave blasted the sand outward in a perfect ring.
Something had crashed down from the heavens like a tactical missile, landing squarely on top of the armored vehicle.
The reinforced jeep crumpled like a cheap soda can, instantly engulfed in roaring flames.
The shockwave threw one of her captors aside like a discarded toy. The other dropped to his knees, blinded and choking on the sudden smoke.
From the center of the fiery debris, a figure slowly stood up. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Purple hair whipped in the wind. She was cloaked in thick smoke and surrounded by an intense, crackling aura of violet sparks.
The woman stood amidst the burning wreckage like a vengeful god descending from orbit.
Her sleek boots stepped off the crushed roof of the vehicle. Her eyes glowed with an untamed, terrifying ferocity.
"Are you the girl named Nano who killed so many people?" Ytrisia muttered.
Her voice was as cold and cutting as the desert wind. Armed with Cruxius’s intel, she had been dispatched to intercept this exact target—the mastermind responsible for the drone hijackings that had caused mass casualties across Syria and beyond.
The surviving soldier gritted his teeth and tried to raise his heavy rifle.
WHAM.
Ytrisia moved like a blur of lightning. A single, devastating punch crushed the steel barrel of his weapon—and caved in his jaw right behind it.
Nano, sprawled on her back and half-conscious on the cold sand, blinked her heavy eyelids in sheer disbelief.
"Wh... who the hell..."
Before her dry lips could finish the sentence, the air directly above her chest began to violently ripple.
A bizarre sound, like thick silk being torn down the middle, echoed over the flames.
A strange, shifting energy—a portal—washed over her battered form.
She felt the sensation of her hands dissolving into the ether, followed by her bruised legs and soft thighs. Within a second, her entire body disappeared, swallowed by the rift, forcefully transitioning her away from the bloody crash site.
"Huh?!"
Nano tumbled forward, landing hard on a completely different, solid floor.
Her small body trembled uncontrollably from the shock and the lingering pain. Slowly, gritting her teeth, she pushed herself up on her hands and knees to look around.
Her blurry gaze stopped at a pair of feet planted casually in front of her.
Low heels. Fitted jeans that hugged a pair of shapely legs. A simple, tight t-shirt.
Nano tilted her bruised face up, finding a gorgeous woman looking down at her vulnerable, ruined state.
"It’s nice meeting you again, Nano," Sugar greeted, her voice smooth and calculating.
She stared down at the trembling hacker. Her eyes swept over Nano’s petite, shivering frame, the short hair plastered to her sweaty forehead, and the ruined bits of tech armor clinging to her soft curves.
Sugar didn’t miss the immediate, profound widening of the girl’s eyes.
That raw, undisguised look of visible shock was all the confirmation she needed. Sugar’s eyes narrowed dangerously, a confident smirk touching her lips.
The Villain Syndicate had just officially claimed responsibility for the devastating drone hijackings and the targeted crippling of Blac Corporation.
But Sugar knew better.
Thanks to her own past life memories, she knew exactly who possessed the sheer genius to pull off a cyber-stunt of that magnitude.
Aligning the puzzle pieces, it was obvious the old Nano would have had zero motivation to make such a reckless, high-profile move right now.
There was only one logical reason that could push the little hacker into taking such a drastic, timeline-altering step.
"So, Nano," Sugar purred, leaning in slightly. "You do have your past life memories, don’t you?"
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Darithi answered the ringing phone.
Ytrisia’s voice came through the line, breathless but undeniably sharp.
> "The attackers have been suppressed. I handled them myself. No real resistance. But Sugar... she didn’t show up after securing that villain. Did she make it back to your location?"
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Darithi slowly lowered the phone, her crimson eyes looking toward her master in the backseat.
He said nothing at first.
He just kept his dark gaze fixed out the tinted window, watching the blur of the nighttime landscape rush past as the car sped on.
Darithi turned her attention back to the call. "Return to base immediately."
There was a brief, loaded pause on the other end of the line.
> "Alright. Returning."
>
Click.
The call ended.
A few heavy seconds of silence passed in the luxurious cabin before Darithi spoke. Her voice was low, smooth, and tightly controlled.
"Sugar betrayed us," she stated simply, her eyes tracking Cruxius in the rearview mirror. "She took Nano. It seems she slipped away right after Ytrisia dealt with the strike team. She must have been waiting for the perfect opening to run."
A slow, dark smirk tugged at the corner of Cruxius’s lips.
He was thoroughly amused. Everything was unfolding exactly as he had orchestrated.
"Good."
