Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 79: Sickening Thuds

"Protect the boss!" one of his guards shouted as more bullets rained down, the sound deafening in the still night.

The driver, clutching his shoulder where blood seeped through his suit, turned to André. "Sir, we need to move. Can you walk?"

André forced himself upright, his head throbbing with every motion. "I’ll manage," he muttered, gripping the door handle. His hand brushed against the small drive, and he instinctively tightened his grip on it. No matter what happened, this drive couldn’t be taken by others.

The driver pushed the door open and helped André out of the wrecked car. As they stepped onto the street, André staggered, leaning heavily on the man for support. The guards formed a defensive circle around him, their weapons blazing.

"Get him to cover!" one of the guards barked.

Two guards broke formation, dragging André toward a nearby alley. The attackers, however, were relentless, their precision and coordination suggesting they were professionals. One by one, André’s guards fell, their bodies hitting the ground with sickening thuds.

As they reached the mouth of the alley, a figure emerged from the shadows. The faint glow of streetlights reflected off the sleek mask covering their face.

"Elmira," André breathed out, a smile appearing on his lips.

"André," Elmira’s voice was muffled by the mask, but the cold edge was unmistakable. "It seems I’m not the only one after you. Well, I’m not surprised. That drive definitely attracts the wrong attention."

Her words immediately made André’s expression turn from relief to hatred.

"Did you also come for the drive?" André narrowed his eyes as he stepped back.

"Sadly."

"And what would you do with it? You don’t even know what it contains, so what would you do with it?"

"I’m going to find out exactly what it holds, but that will be after I’ve gotten it. Now..." She slid out her gun and tilted her head. "Will you give it to me, or do I have to take it myself?"

"Vaffanculo, troia," he spat.

"I’d fuck you alright, but in my way." With that, she lunged at them.

The guards attacked her simultaneously, while André used the opportunity to duck and slip further into the shadows of the alley, clutching the drive tightly. His heart pounded as the sounds of gunfire and the sharp clang of metal echoed behind him.

He didn’t know what had gotten into Elmira to make her suddenly want the drive he’d paid her to retrieve without giving her any information. Nor did he know how everyone knew he had the drive. But one thing was certain—he had to escape.

He hoped his guards could overpower Elmira and give him enough time to flee.

Elmira, however, was a storm of precision and lethality. Her movements were fluid as she dodged bullets and dispatched the guards with a mix of hand-to-hand combat and expert gunplay. She moved so swiftly that André’s guards barely had time to react before falling to her calculated strikes.

The last guard managed to draw a knife and lunge at her, but Elmira sidestepped with ease. With a swift motion, she disarmed him, the blade clattering to the ground. She delivered a sharp blow to his temple, then shot him straight in the head. He crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut.

The alley fell silent except for the faint hum of distant sirens and André’s labored breathing. Elmira adjusted her gloves, her steps deliberate as she approached the end of the alley where André was trying to blend into the shadows.

"André," she called, her voice carrying an eerie calm. "You can’t run forever. Hand it over, and I might let you live."

"I’d rather die," he growled, retreating further into the dark.

"Careful what you wish for," Elmira replied. "I didn’t plan on taking your life, but if that’s what you want, so be it."

She moved toward his hiding spot. Before André could react, it was too late—she grabbed him by the collar, hurled him up, and slammed him against the alley wall, his head hitting the concrete with a sickening thud.

"Give me the drive," Elmira said slowly.

André laughed, blood trickling down his head. "Who would have thought you’d show this side one day? Your twin sister was the rebellious assassin everyone knew. She did things her way, and no one could tell her what to do—not even the one who hired her for a hit. But you? You always did your job and moved on to the next. This isn’t your style. Are you trying to be like your sister?" He grinned, the blood entering his mouth making him look grotesque. "Don’t bother. You can never be like her."

Elmira smiled back as she leaned in and whispered, "I don’t need to be like a dead person, which is what you’ll soon become."

As she said this, she slipped out a dagger from her holster and plunged it into his heart.

"I never planned on killing you, but you just had to compare me to a dead person. Goodbye, André. It was great doing business with you."

She pulled the dagger out in one motion and watched coldly as he slumped to the ground, blood pooling around him. His lifeless eyes stared blankly into the night, the once-vibrant defiance in them extinguished.

Elmira crouched down, her gloved fingers deftly prying the drive from his clenched fist. She examined it briefly, her eyes narrowing as the faint glow of the small device reflected off her mask.

"Now, let’s see what you’re all about," she muttered, slipping the drive into a hidden compartment in her belt. Rising to her feet, she wiped the blade clean on André’s shirt before sliding it back into its sheath.

The distant wail of sirens grew louder, signaling reinforcements—or worse, law enforcement—were on their way.

Elmira turned away from André’s lifeless body and strode out of the alley, her boots clicking against the wet pavement. The faint glow of the streetlights illuminated her path as she disappeared into the shadows,

leaving behind nothing but silence and a lingering sense of dread.