Nagini: The Last Silat Warrior An Indonesian Wuxia Epic - CHAPTER 35 - The Night Bullets Failed

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35-1 Mystic Mariana vs. Sniper Scope

Meanwhile,.

On the second floor of an abandoned building next to Kembang Setaman Nightclub.

The building was pitch dark. No lighting at all, as it had been unused for many years.

From the outside, it looked gloomy and shrouded in mist. Silent and frightening. Who would dare to enter?

Slowly but surely, in the darkness of the room, a faint movement appeared.

A masked man crouched by the window with a long-barreled sniper rifle.

He aimed the muzzle of his rifle toward Kembang Setaman Nightclub.

Through his night scope, the target was clear—a beautiful woman in an elegant black dress, holding an open paper fan.

Three bullets were already loaded. His index finger rested on the trigger, ready to fire.

Meanwhile...

On the second floor of Kembang Setaman Nightclub, Mariana sat restlessly.

A cold cocktail in front of her remained untouched.

Her brow furrowed several times.

Mariana: “My paper fan trembles faintly. Danger lurks.”

She whispered to herself.

Slowly, she rose from her seat and assumed a low fighting stance.

The paper fan in her left hand opened wide.

She stood ready, waiting.

Her hand began to tremble violently. A red glow lit up at her wrist.

The paper fan gleamed, hardening like steel.

The red glow spread slowly, enveloping her entire body.

The air around her turned scorching hot.

Broto and the bodyguards began to sweat. The air conditioner could not withstand the wave of heat from Mariana’s inner power.

The air grew suffocating.

Broto: “Madam?”

Mariana gestured for him to stay silent.

Riko, Reno, Rifai, and Rendi exchanged glances, wiping sweat from their brows.

Downstairs, the music still thundered.

Disco lights spun and flickered.

People danced wildly to the pounding dangdut beats.

The DJ raised his hands high in the air.

***

35-2 Paper Fan vs. Bullets

Back in the pitch-dark abandoned building.

The sniper’s night scope locked clearly on the target.

The firing position was perfect.

Without hesitation, the masked man pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Three bullets shot swiftly toward the target.

Meanwhile...

From afar, in the opposite building, Mariana spotted three fiery flashes racing toward her.

She smirked.

Mariana: “Bullets.”

Crash!

The bullets pierced through the window glass, shattering it.

Already prepared, Mariana moved like the wind.

She lunged forward, summoning her fiery inner power.

Whoosh!

A hot gust burst forth like a raging whirlwind, colliding with the bullets.

The first bullet was slashed aside by the paper fan in her right hand.

Slash!

A small explosion burst out as the fan struck the bullet.

Boom!

The bullet ricocheted and smashed into the window glass.

Crash!

The second bullet was struck with her left fist.

Thud!

Mariana’s punch collided with the bullet.

Boom!

The second bullet ricocheted, slamming into the other side of the window.

Bang!

The third bullet shot in too fast.

Impossible to deflect or slash.

Mariana smirked again.

She let the bullet hit her body.

Thud!

The bullet dropped to the floor, as if it had struck an invisible wall of mystic steel—stopping just an inch from Mariana’s body.

Plugh!

Miraculously, Mariana remained unscathed.

Broto and the four bodyguards broke into cold sweat.

Their faces turned pale.

Riko: “Impossible!”

Reno: “Madam is bulletproof.”

Rifai: “Unbelievable!”

Rendi: “I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it myself.”

Broto hissed sharply.

Broto: “Quiet! Don’t make a sound!”

They turned toward Broto.

Broto: “Madam must rest.”

Sweat as large as corn kernels dripped from Mariana’s forehead.

Downstairs, the atmosphere remained wild.

Music pounded.

Disco lights spun.

No one noticed a thing.

The thunderous beat of the DJ’s music drowned out the sound of bullets shattering the glass.

As if nothing had happened, the crowd kept dancing.

Seeing the unexpected result, the masked man simply shook his head.

He quickly packed his weapon into the case.

Then left the abandoned building.

***

35-3 Laptop Screen

Mariana sat back down in her chair.

Her eyes were glazed yet sharp, gleaming with intensity.

She reached for the cocktail glass on the table and sipped slowly through the bent straw.

The paper fan in her right hand was now closed.

The heat in the room gradually faded.

The air conditioning returned to normal.

The atmosphere grew cool again.

Broto pulled out a clove cigarette from his pocket.

He lit it, inhaled deeply, then exhaled the smoke slowly through his mouth.

His face was pale and tense.

The blaring music downstairs still pounded, doing nothing to lessen the tension that lingered on the second floor.

Suddenly, the head of CCTV operations rushed toward Broto, carrying a laptop.

His steps were hurried and uneven.

CCTV Operator: “Boss, take a look at our CCTV.”

Broto grabbed the laptop and looked at the screen.

His eyes widened. Shock washed over his face.

Broto: “We’re under attack!”

The operator nodded.

Operator: “Yes, Boss!”

Broto immediately approached Mariana and handed her the laptop.

Broto: “Madam...”

Mariana snatched the laptop from Broto’s hands and stared at the screen.

Mariana: “Insolent!”

She shouted angrily.

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