Chapter 338
At 2:30, the Academic Exchange Conference kicked off. Shermaine had the twin prime conjecture solution in her pocket, but she had to play by the rules. Her talk was scheduled last.
Without her bombshell, the other presentations might’ve seemed impressive. But next to the twin prime problem, they were small potatoes.
Kylie flipped up her skirt and pulled out a silenced pistol.
She sprang to her feet and fired at Shermaine mid–conversation with the academics.
No one blinked. The silencer was dead quiet, and the hall was full of chatter.
Hitmen posted inside and out immediately sealed off the lecture hall.
Though the silenced round was inaudible to the crowd, Shermaine picked up the telltale whisper. It was aimed at her shoulder. They wanted to wound her first, figuring a bleeding target would be easier to take down, and then finish her off.
Classic Kylie move, but totally delusional.
“Duck!” Shermaine shouted.
The academics around her dropped to the floor like dominoes.
She twisted aside, snatching a pen from the table and hurling it like a throwing knife. That thing could puncture
the skin.
Meanwhile, the hitmen in the hall drew their weapons. The goon behind Molly had barely touched his gun when the smoking–hot woman he was eager to sleep with pressed a box cutter to his crotch. “One twitch and your dick’s history,” she smiled, all teeth.
Guys didn’t mess with threats to their manhood. He froze, eyeing his chance.
But she’d already palmed his pistol. “Shermaine, catch!”
Molly flung the gun over. Shermaine snatched it mid–air, hurdled the desk, and charged the hitman who’d fired at
her.
Kylie ducked the pen and let off another round, seething, but her shots went wild.
Some people bolted for the exits. Others cowered under desks.
Molly was a knife wizard. After disarming the hitman, she stabbed for his crotch.
He jerked aside just in time. The blade was buried in his thigh instead.
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“Bitch!” he snarled, swinging a meaty fist.
Kylie had never squared off with Shermaine before. One look at those moves and she was shook. Shermaine fought like a goddamn ninja..
Then Shermaine caught her scent, and when Kylie’s cap came off, those eyes gave her away. Shermaine smiled, “So you’re the psycho gunning for me.”
Kylie sneered, “You’d still be breathing if you hadn’t torpedoed my plans and stolen my thunder.”
Her voice turned deadly. “This is my turf. You’re not leaving Ustrana alive.”
“Your thunder?” Shermaine arched a brow. “Kylie, if you had game, you wouldn’t get wrecked by me everywhere.”
She added dryly, “Losers like you live in la–la land. And I could bounce from Ustrana whenever I feel like it.”
Even the cocky–as–hell Molly didn’t claim Ustrana as her crib. Kylie was straight delusional.
“Open your eyes,” Kylie snapped, face flaming. “My guys have this joint locked down. You’re trapped. Time to meet your maker.”
