Everything is unfolding according to plan!

What do you do when you encounter terrorists? Take out every weapon you have and blast them to hell.

What if the terrorists are inside a building? Blow up the building!

What if there are hostages? Shoot the hostages, then they won't have any leverage.

This is the Russian way of counter-terrorism!

Jos fully carried out this strategy, raising his hand and shooting the hostage without hesitation, effortlessly subduing the terrorist leader in the process.

Damn it! How am I supposed to play at being a terrorist if I can’t even take a hostage? When you come across a lunatic like this, you’d better surrender immediately—what else is there to do? Do you have a death wish???

"What do you want from us? This place is nothing but a ruin! What good does it do you to seize it?" Even though the situation was hopeless, the leader showed little fear.

For people who practically wear their belts on their heads—well, in short, for a group of people unafraid of death, being captured or killed was hardly worth worrying about.

After all, if you don’t have this kind of psychological fortitude, what are you doing being a terrorist? This is just professional conduct!

Although his expression and words conveyed a fearless attitude, he was secretly using the transmitter on his body to send a report back to base that they were under attack.

Not being afraid of death was one thing; doing what needed to be done was another, and he would never neglect his duty.

Who knows what goes on in these terrorists’ minds anyway? Trying to understand such anti-human lunatics from a human perspective is unrealistic to begin with.

As he finished sending the last byte, the leader couldn’t help but relax a little. As long as the message reached base, whatever happened here was a small loss. No matter what the Americans did next, their operation was destined to fail!

"Message sent?" came a voice that made his hairs stand on end.

He instinctively looked up at Jos, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. But before he could do anything, Jos’s right hand, transformed into black claws, swept across the leader’s throat.

According to their earlier plan, they only needed him to relay the message about Jos and his team's attack to the main base.

Once the enemy learned their forward base was under assault, their focus would inevitably shift here, allowing Jos’s teammates to launch an attack elsewhere.

But at the same time, another, more important base would also be attacked. Jos and his team’s operation would be dismissed as a feint, and the enemy would abandon their defense here.

When that happened, Jos’s group would reveal their true fangs as the real assault force against the enemy’s headquarters.

It was only through this complex web of deception that the enemy would be unable to discern their true intentions.

Why go to such lengths? Because even Jos’s own team had only finalized the plan right before the operation.

After all, no one in their right mind would come up with a plan as insane as “have a single person carry over a hundred pounds of C4 around the enemy base for demolition.”

Yet this madness became reality, simply because they had someone both strong enough to pull it off and crazy enough to try!

Normally, the US military could have arranged an airstrike with equivalent firepower, but whether by drone or jet, their approach would be intercepted from afar.

Only Jos’s approach could truly slip under the radar.

"Jos..." After dealing with the leader, the strongman couldn’t help but speak up.

"I know what you’re going to say, but there’s no other way. This is war. Don’t be naïve, okay? We’re not superheroes… Even if we were, there’s nothing that can be done in this situation."

Knowing that the strongman was a Christian, Jos could already guess what he was about to say, and waved him off before he could continue.

But the strongman wouldn’t let it go, trying again: "No, what I mean is—"

Jos interrupted: "Yeah, yeah, she’s a life too, I should have tried something else, but there was no other way…"

The strongman persisted: "No, I mean, she’s not dead. Was that all part of your plan?"

"What?!" Jos turned quickly toward the girl, only to see her standing up with the same expression as before, apparently unscathed.

"Oh... um, of course it was all part of my plan. I knew it would turn out this way! Absolutely!"

Jos tried to explain stiffly, glancing sidelong at the girl.

Why isn’t she dead…? If you’re asking me, who am I supposed to ask?

Wait… That face, that hairstyle, that height…

At first, Jos hadn’t noticed anything, but the longer he looked, the more familiar the girl seemed, as if he’d seen her somewhere before.

The girl seemed to sense his gaze and started walking toward him.

This posture, this way of walking… she really does look familiar… Jos stroked his chin, lost in thought, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t remember where he’d seen her.

Suddenly, a metallic sound sliced through his thoughts. He looked up just as the girl lunged at him, sharp metal claws springing from each hand and a pair from each foot as well.

What the—?! Laura!!

Seeing the infamous wielder of six claws before him, Jos at last recognized the girl—she was that little mischief Logan left behind, the so-called “2233-girl”!

No, wait, that was someone else. This was X-23—a clone made from Wolverine’s genes.

Though a clone, she was, in essence, Wolverine’s child—or sister?

Wait, if that’s the case, then she isn’t a little girl at all, but a legal loli about the same age as Wolverine, right?

As six gleaming claws flashed before him, Jos’s mind was flooded with countless irrelevant thoughts.

It couldn’t be helped; an overactive imagination can be a nuisance at times.

Nevertheless, his movements weren’t slow. His black gloves turned into claws that blocked Laura’s hands, and he kicked her in the stomach to break her attack.

No matter what she looked like, anyone who knew Laura understood that this little girl was one of the deadliest assassins alive!

With Wolverine’s healing factor, even greater agility, and, aside from some lack of strength and skill, the makings of a top-tier killer.

"Wait! We’re not your enemies!" Before the others could react, Jos and Laura’s first clash had ended, but seeing she was ready to leap again, Jos quickly called out to stop her.