Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen



In the heart of a bustling online streaming platform, chaos had erupted. [OMG OMG OMG! Is this for real or are we in a movie here?]

[I know it's messed up, but I gotta shout out - Eileen, you rock star!]

[Are you guys serious? Isn't she just poking the bear here?]

[Seriously, on their turf, taunting them? How is that a good idea?]

The menacing muzzle of a black gun held the room at bay.

Eileen, with a smirk, met the gaze of the rebel leader. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Egbert perched in the ventilation shaft.

Egbert's shot, her moment to flip the script, was a desperate move.

This rebel leader was too impulsive; they had to bluff him, or bloodshed would soon follow.

The government troops would never surrender. That was certain. What kind of government would bow to rebels?

Would you, as a leader, submit to a band of renegades just to spare foreign civilians? That would be insane.

The troops weren't saints reincarnated. They wouldn't hand over power and grovel before their enemies just to protect strangers. So the government troops would definitely not surrender.

But if they didn't, it would infuriate this not-so-bright rebel leader.

Upon hearing "no surrender," he became as restless as a caged rooster, even starting a live broadcast. Dude, you're not just staging a coup anymore this is international terrorism!

Eileen couldn't let this fool run amok.

Egbert's shot and her countermove were just to gain the upper hand, to negotiate properly with the rebel leader.

Don't ask why she's playing the solo hero. If not the future Crestonian War Goddess, then who?

Right, even before military school, Eileen saw herself as Crestonia's future War Goddess.

That's her confidence. Try talking her out of it-I dare you.noveldrama

The room fell silent once again.

Eileen pressed the barrel of the machine gun to the forehead of the rebel leader, who was sweating profusely, and said icily, "Uncomfortable yet?"

The rebel leader frowned at her.

Then Eileen proposed, “Talk with me?"

"Talk?" he grunted.

Eileen glanced at his wrist and said dismissively, "Don't act like it's a big deal. It's just a scratch, barely broke the skin."

The leader's hand dropped from the wound-a mere scratch, the bullet hadn't prated. Nheless, the pain was as excruciating as hell. Clutching his wrist, he asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

Eileen surveyed the room. Countless people-different races, skin colors—all stranded innocently due to a storm, now unwilling participants in this drama. And no one wanted to die.

"We can wait with you," Eileen proposed, "until the government negotiates. But no more stunts like before. You can't harm anyone else. We're not your punching bags, not targets for your guns."

The rebel leader snorted and waved his hand dismissively, "Negotiate with you? Look at how many men I have!"

"Do your men not have families?" Eileen shot back coolly.

Her gaze swept over the armed rebels and narrowed, then she said icily, "If you kill foreigners, there's no going back. Even if you succeed, to quell international outrage, you'll have to sacrifice your men, one by one."

The rebel leader hesitated, as did his men.

From the ventilation shaft, Egbert aimed his gun directly at the rebel leader's forehead.

Eileen's words were divisive, designed to stir the rebels' emotions-a tactic often employed in police and military negotiations, as well as by the mob. Egbert glanced at Eileen, then refocused on the rebel leader.

The leader didn't want to kill, but the orders from the top were clear-make it a spectacle.

Now, unsure where the previous shot had come from, the rebel leader caught Eileen's eye again, paused, and said, "As long as you behave, we prefer to resolve this peacefully."

Eileen lowered her weapon, cradling it, and agreed, "Good."

The rebel leader eyed the gun in her arms, knowing she had no intention of returning it. He gestured, and his men retreated to one side.

The live broadcast continued.

In overseas streaming rooms, comments flooded the screen.

[Who says she's not worthy of Egbert? She totally is!]

[This girl is brave, convincing the rebels to back down from extreme measures against the government troops. If someone had died, it would have been uncontrollable.]

[Hope this gets resolved soon, and everyone's safe.]

[I'm not a fan of Egbert; right now, I just want to know this girl's name.]

[Her name is Eileen Lopez, a Crestonian star.]

[My God, she handles that gun like a pro, not like a star, but a fierce but sweet soldier.]

[Though, 'sweet' is probably not the word I'd use.]

As time ticked away, the leader received a second call.

Simultaneously, Egbert sent Eileen new intel through the vent.

-The standoff continues, and the rebel commander is en route to the airport.

The commander? Half an hour later, the infamous rebel commander appeared.

The hotel's glass doors swung open, and a group strode in quickly.

At the forefront, a tall man with brown skin and a face marked by scars and a scowl approached the rebel leader, engaging in a heated discussion. They spoke rapidly in their own language, as Eileen, armed and alert, tried to read their lips from a distance.

Strategist?

Eileen watched as the rebel leader casually gestured behind him. A man emerged from the crowd and walked towards them.

Eileen's brow furrowed. She had been carefully observing every new face since her arrival-how had she missed such a conspicuous man among them?

It seemed the stranger noticed her scrutiny, for he glanced her way.

Their eyes met for only an instant, but in that fleeting moment, Eileen felt a jolt run through her.

Those steely, cold gray eyes, the sharp and chilling gaze.

Those eyes... They belonged to her mentor!

The face wasn't her mentor's, likely disguised with expert makeup, but those eyes were unmistakably his.

Eileen's gaze was glued to him, her mind reeling with shock.

What was her mentor doing, mingling with Frostsglow's rebels? And in what role-a strategist?

Up near the ventilation duct, the man's fingers twitched subtly.

Eileen understood that Egbert had some message for her, and she quickly shifted her gaze without drawing attention.

There, she caught Egbert using Morse code to tap out a message that showed his jealousy, "Like what you see? Still want those eyeballs?"