Around him.... The the four blade wielding soldiers fell to the ground, dead. Jing Kiat was panting hard, his body covered in wounds, but still standing. As he took a step forward, he knocked one of the fallen soldiers over, and, on thier shoulder patches, the emblem of the Black Panther stared back at him. He breathed heavily. Then, slowly, he drew his katana and pointed it at the fifth swordsmen before him.

'Why... why...'

The fifth swordmen clapped.

'Only major Jing Kiat could accomplish such a feat.. four Black Ops... at once? Bravo.... BRAVO!!'

The figure who was innitally sitting down, as if watching the entire fight on purpose, now stood up. It came closer, and stopped right in front of Jing Kiat's out-pointed blade.

'You're too tired... you can't win me.'

Jing Kiat panted heavily, but then slowly, smiled.

'We won't know yet, can we?..... Siew Li?'

She let out a hearty laugh.

Before Jing Kiat could react, she zoomed behind him and with one quick blow, thrust her katana deep into Jing Kiat's heart.

Eyes wide open, the room was completely silent. Then, with the same merciless gesture, she pulled the blade out of Jing Kiat. Blood filled the floor, as Jing Kiat fell to the ground, jolting.

'Wh... why.....'

Siew Li withdrew her katana, and placed it by her side.

'Because you know too much.' and walked out of the room.

Jing Kiat shed tears. He looked at the woman inside the room once again. Her sweet serenity, her beautiful grace. In his heart, the last things that came to his mind...

'I failed.... Y.Hong.... It's over.'

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