Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1503

"Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to ensure you never set foot inside."

The surrounding security guards heard the commotion and glanced over.

None of them stepped in.

Clearly, extortion was a common occurrence at this checkpoint.

A faint, razor-sharp smile tugged at the corner of Serena's mouth. Under the harsh lights, her pale face looked demonic and unnerving.

"Go ahead."

The greed in the inspector's eyes intensified. He genuinely believed this legendary doctor was intimidated.

After all, no matter how skilled a physician was, they still had to bow to the guns on Project Zero-Transit.

What was she going to do about it? She was totally alone.

This was the quarantine entrance.

It was swarming with armed guards.

Did she really think she could fight her way out?

Without hesitation, he closed his fist around the unmarked vials.

In the exact split second his fingers made contact...

Serena, whose hand was resting casually on the edge of the case, gave a tiny flick of her finger.

The movement was microscopic.

Almost completely imperceptible.

And then—

Thud!

The inspector's knees buckled violently. He crashed hard against the steel floor, the vials slipping from his trembling grip.

But before the glass could even kiss the deck, a slender, pale hand casually reached out.

Serena didn't even blink.

The vials landed perfectly back into her palm.

The entire sequence was so impossibly smooth that not a single drop was disturbed.

Meanwhile, the color drained entirely from the inspector's face as he writhed on the floor.

He clawed frantically at his own throat, gasping violently as if his airways had been sealed shut.

His pupils dilated rapidly.

His skin turned a sickly, mottled purple right before everyone's eyes.

Thick, horrifying veins bulged violently across his arms.

The blackened blood vessels throbbed under his skin, twisting and writhing like thousands of microscopic parasites trying to chew their way out.

Her expression remained totally serene, acting as if the monstrous screams echoing at her feet didn't exist.

She spoke in a perfectly flat tone. "You're welcome to take my medicine."

"But you'll pay for it with your life."

The surrounding guards finally snapped out of their shock.

Clack-clack-clack.

Dozens of assault rifles were drawn simultaneously, a terrifying array of black muzzles aimed dead at Serena's head.

The tension in the air became suffocating.

Yet, no one pulled the trigger.

Project Zero-Transit allowed self-defense. They even allowed murder. But they absolutely forbade security personnel from harming high-value clients without a legitimate cause.

Especially someone like The Panacea, a VIP guest the ship had spent a fortune trying to recruit.

Serena stood her ground.

She didn't retreat, nor did she flinch.

She didn't even spare a glance at the firing squad surrounding her. She simply clicked her med-vault shut and rested her fingers lightly on the latch, projecting an aura of untouchable arrogance.

"What?"

"I didn't lay a single finger on him."