Chapitre 221: A Worse Fate Can't Be Imagined

After escaping from their encirclement Amahle dialed La Madre's phone number, where she immediately began chastising the woman for causing such a tactical blunder.

"What the hell Selena! You told me my job was simple! Take that obese piece of shit out and escape to the extraction zone where a helicopter would be waiting for me! But there was no fucking helicopter! I was stuck with my thumb up my ass, while surrounded by hostiles! And you sent just one fucking guy to get me out of that mess?"

Selena's voice was as calm and seductive as it always was. She did not fear the freelance assassin one bit, and instead spoke to her as if she were a mere child.