At the border of Vercelli where Turin meets Milan , the sound of gunfire occasionally echoed.
Leona Arison swiftly scaled the wall into a temple, under the perfect cover of nightfall.
Within the temple, scattered candlelight emitted a dim glow that emanated both sacred and eerie atmosphere.
Listening to the steadily approaching footsteps behind her, she deftly pries open the door to a Zen room and slips inside.
Amadeo Marino, hearing the slight noise from the doorframe, abruptly opened his eyes to see a slim figure slowly sneaking in, he immediately sat up, pulled out a gun from under his pillow, and pointed it at the intruder.
Leona hadn't expected the man to be this alert, narrowing her eyes at his aiming stance.
Carrying a gun everywhere, the man before her was no ordinary individual!
Outside, footsteps and low chatter could be heard. Amadeo's already cold eyes instantly resembled shards of ice, looking at Leona as if she was already a corpse.
Hearing the noise outside, Leona had no time to ponder on who this dangerous man was. If she were to be captured by the people outside, she would be doomed. Carrying important intel on her, she couldn't die!
Leona took quick steps towards Amadeo. The man before her, owning a gun, was certainly no ordinary person. Currently fighting alone was a battle without any chances of victory, she had no other choice but to make a desperate gamble!
She only hoped that the man standing before her had a strong enough background to subdue the riff-raff outside.
She quietly explained, "I'm just hiding out here for a bit."
An Italian! And a woman, at that!
Even though she was Italian , Amadeo wasn't about to lower his guard against a strange woman!
The fingers, distinct in their joints, gently rested on the trigger, ready to take a shot at her, when the faint chattering outside the building rose gradually.
"Damn! Where did she run off to!"
"If we don't catch her, we'll be dead meat when we get back!"
The voices outside conversed in a subtle french, and Amadeo even heard the faint sound of guns being loaded.
American M4A1 carbine rifles—it looked like the girl in front of his eyes had rubbed someone quite powerful the wrong way!
Leona clearly caught the small motion of Amadeo moving his finger on the trigger. Her eyes changed, and she quickly burrowed into Amadeo's blanket, adeptly taking apart Amadeo's handgun.
Seeing her actions, he was stunned. The woman in front of him dismantling the gun was strikingly similar to a familiar yet faint memory!
Just as Amadeo was about to make a move, Leona pushed him down directly, without any reservations, and sat down on his lower body. His usually indifferent expression showed a faint crack.
"Apologies!" She said, immediately laying down on top of Amadeo, even letting out moans that could make one blush.
Situated in the subtropical climate, Vercelli was quite warm, and Leona was only wearing a thin shirt on her upper body, which was somewhat tattered from previous commotion.
The softness of her chest was pressed firmly against the man's chest, and the seductive voice was even more enough to make one flush, and Amadeo discovered to his shock, that his body, always self-possessed and calm, was reacting.
The noise from inside the room reached the outside, "Damn! They're doing this kind of stuff in a temple!"
"We should still look for that woman first!"
"It's certainly weird, I clearly saw her sneak in here with my own eyes, where is she?"
At the noise from outside, Leona only hoped, they would leave soon, for at that moment she realized that the man beneath her was reacting!
Amadeo's hands were firmly pinned by Leona. The moonlight filtered through the carved window, giving her a clear view of the man's face in the faint light.
His features were sharp and defined, with pronounced brows that hinted at a sense of nobility hard to ignore. His jawline was firm, his upper lip slightly thin, and his lower lip plump, giving him an overall refined and elegant demeanor.
Leona considered herself to have seen many men, but the man beneath her, with such an enticing appearance, undoubtedly topped the list.
Amadeo did not rush to resist. This was the first girl that had made his body feel such unrest. He was curious about what this girl might possess that was unique.
"Has she been found yet?" A ferocious voice resounded from outside.
Amadeo could sense the slight stiffness of the girl on top of him upon hearing this voice.
"Boss! We've searched everywhere, she's not here!"
The one called 'boss' glanced around the chapel, "Have you checked inside?"
A few of his underlings glanced at each other before offering, "Boss, we are in Vercelli! We should keep a low profile."
"I don't care! You must find her for me! If not, your lives will be on the line!" The boss exploded in rage.
Leona didn't expect that Maka himself would come to catch her. This man, it seems, has no regard for his own life.
"Boom!" A loud blast echoed.
His underlings rushed in, flustered, "Boss! Our base has been bombed by the Italian army!"
Maka grabbed the collar of the one who spoke, "What the hell are you guys doing?"
"Boss! We have to leave immediately!"
Maka refused, "No! We must capture that woman!"
The sounds of explosions grew louder and more frequent. His underling tried to persuade him earnestly, "Boss! There's an old saying in Rome : 'Mantieni la montagna verde e non ti preoccuperai della legna da ardere'
Keep the green mountain, and you won't worry about firewood.'”
Maka gritted his teeth and decisively ordered, "Move! Retreat!"
As the footsteps gradually faded outside the house, Leona let out a sigh of relief, preparing to get away from Amadeo.
However, He had no intention of letting this reckless woman go, and directly flipped over to control Leona under him.
Leona raised her right leg, ready to kick the man's crotch, but the man noticed it in advance and directly controlled her legs.
She found that she could not move at all under the man, and couldn't help but widen her eyes. She never expected that the man in front of her was so skilled! It turned out that he had been playing possum all this while!
"What's your name?" The man's icy voice echoed in her ear.