"How did the smell of burnt come out of nowhere?" Scarlett raised her crossbow, her eyebrow arched as she thoughtfully looked at the silent and obedient horses in front of her.

Their dark eyes blinked incessantly, as if suppressing some emotion.

"Not good!"

A shrill neigh echoed, and in an instant, the horses panicked and rushed out in chaos. A few horses took the lead and charged ahead, while the rest followed, creating a disarrayed army.

"Did she secretly cut off all the horses' reins?"

Reacting quickly, Scarlett rolled and dodged the deadly hooves of the horses. Looking back, she saw several horses behind the group with their tails burning fiercely.

"Damn... Is she taking advantage of the chaos to escape?"

Seizing the opportunity, Scarlett angrily grabbed a broken horse rein and swiftly mounted the horse. She quickly scanned the backs of all the horses, but didn't see anyone riding on them.

Why? Didn't she ride a horse? Is she still hiding in the same spot?

"Hey! You bunch of useless fools! Stop ambushing!"

"Go back and check where Turing went!"

Initially, Scarlett had planned to trap her with a hidden soldier when Turing broke through the encirclement. She didn't expect her to make such a mess.

Just as Scarlett was about to dismount, she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. There were suddenly a lot of weapons and supplies piled on the ground where the horses had been tied. Her heart sank.

What does this mean? Why were the things in the saddlebags turned out?

No... No, she's misleading me, this person!

"You guys! Leave one or two here!"

"The rest of you come with me to control the horses!"

She must have turned out the things and hidden herself in the saddlebag.

She's among this group of horses!

Scarlett's eyes moved quickly, examining each bag, trying to judge from its shape whether it looked like something that could contain a person.

Jostling along, she urged her steed closer and closer to the galloping horse beside her. She grabbed the reins in midair and leapt onto its back.

Drawing the knife from her pocket, Scarlett raised it and swiftly cut the canvas bag draped over the horse's butt in half. Guns and supplies spilled onto the ground all at once.

Scarlett glanced at the scattered objects in the distance, furrowing her brows deeply.

"No, this method of inspection is too inefficient."

"If I were Turing..."

"What would I do?"

Narrowing her eyes slightly, Scarlett noticed that the horse at the front seemed to have the most intense burning tail.

"Could it be it?"

Taking aim at the horse's neck, Scarlett lifted the crossbow, and the arrowhead emitted a cruel and dazzling light.

"Do I kill it...? But the horses I brought this time are all top-quality."

"If I kill it, this loss in the firework festival competition..."

Scarlett shook her head and her gaze turned venomous.

"No..."

"It's worth it, no matter the cost, as long as Turing is killed."

But just as Scarlett was about to pull the trigger, a bolt of lightning-like electricity flew down from the sky, instantly piercing through the leading horse's leg. After a agonizing neigh, the horse lost its balance and fell heavily to the ground.

"Phew!"

Scarlett's subordinates caught up with the frightened herd, managing to rein them in and soothing them gently. The speed of the horses gradually slowed down.

Meanwhile, Mulan was being held by a clone wrapped in bandages, who gently let her down. They stood beside the fastest running horse, carefully inspecting the bags but found no trace of anyone.

Disheveled hair fell onto Mulan's cheeks, and she frowned, stepping on the horse's rear.

"We've been played."

"What... Could it be that she's still in the same place?"

After hearing Mulan's words, Scarlett's face turned pale. She carefully recalled the scene at that time and realized that not all the horses' reins had been cut. Many of them were still tied in place.

Turing could have easily used them to escape.

As for the trash left behind, they would probably not be any match for her.

"This so-called Turing's cleverness..."

"Why does it feel so familiar?"

Mulan snorted and took out the furnace core from her pocket, applying a little force to crush it.

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Sss... Ha. Merka, riding on horseback, galloped in the opposite direction of Scarlett and her group.

The non-stop physical exertion and various movements made Merka feel nauseous from the bottom of his heart, as if he wanted to vomit.

"Faster... Even faster!"

Actually, Merka had wanted to chat with Diana a little more, to smooth things over and dispel her suspicions. But when he was surprised to find that Diana had so many people with her and was actually shooting at him, he gave up.

"Could it be that my intuition was wrong again..."

"The relationship between the Galleher heiress and Turing isn't so good, after all?"

Feeling uncomfortable on horseback, Merka had to stand on the stirrups, bend forward, and rest his head on the horse's neck.

He really wished that Samael had taught him equestrian skills better before, otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state every time he had to ride a horse in critical moments.

"Pfft!" Just as Merka was trying to balance his queasy feeling with the anxiety, he suddenly lost his balance under his feet.

A large trap made of branches was deformed by the horse's hoof. Falling from a height of five or six meters was no joke. The startled horse and Merka fell straight into the pit, making a complete mess.

Dragging his aching body, Merka struggled to get up and finally caught his breath after several tens of seconds.

Glancing at the horse next to him that couldn't even stand up, Merka helplessly shook his head and spread his wings, flying up to the top of the pit.

With his dizzy head, Merka stumbled, finally managing to support his already broken body and reached the shade of a giant cedar tree, sitting down against a thick tree root.

No one should be able to find this place again for a while.

"Phew..." Merka took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

After working continuously without rest and lack of sleep, Merka's body was almost cut off from consciousness by his own exhale.

"No, now is not the time to rest..."

"I think you should take a break."

Just as he was about to get up, a cold gun was pressed against Merka's forehead, causing him to freeze in his half-risen position.

Merka raised his head stiffly and saw Diana's cold expression, with her Glock handgun pointing at him.