The Unloved Luna Queen

In an abandoned factory, Tung-Tung, a seven-year-old girl with two pigtails, held an XM177E2 Submachine Gun, her eyes fixed on the factorys main entrance as she spoke into the earpiece attached to her head. "Daddy, if we kill him, will that avenge mom?"

"Dont get distracted, Tung-Tung. The target is about to arrive for the exchange," came the voice of her father through the earpiece. He was seated in a wheelchair, intently watching the computer monitor displaying the surveillance footage.

Yes, he had been waiting for this day for seven years. Seven years prior, as the most renowned detective in the Yorkland Police Department, he had been crippled in an explosion during a botched international arms smuggling case due to an inside leak, losing both his legs.

His wife, June, had died in a car accident on her way to a prenatal checkup, and after being admitted to the hospital, she succumbed to her injuries. Their unborn daughter, Tung-Tung, was left behind. It was later revealed through the secret investigation of his long-time friend that the accident was a retaliation by the criminals he had pursued.

Unable to continue his work at the police department due to his disability, he had retreated to the countryside with his newborn daughter to escape the criminals reach.

Tung-Tung was introduced to various firearms at the age of two and began martial arts training at three. By the age of five, she had become unbeatable in their small village.

Lacking a normal childhood, Tung-Tungs world revolved around one thing: revenge for her mothers death. She was determined to kill the man responsible for her mothers demise.

Deep in her heart, she also harbored a small wish: her father had promised that once they had avenged her mother, she could attend school like any other child.

As time ticked away, Tung-Tungs face showed no sign of nervousness. Her rosy little hands gripped the gun firmly, without a hint of tremble.

Suddenly, the warehouse doors swung open, and several black SUVs drove in under a blaze of headlights.

"The bald man in the back seat of the second vehicle is the target," her father Drakes voice crackled through the earpiece, filled with a mix of excitement and resentment, as if he could tear the man apart with his words.

The silver gun gleamed coldly. Tung-Tung tightened her grip, and as the car door opened, she sprang into action. A rope tied around her waist played out as she leaped, her right index finger squeezing the trigger. The sound of "takatak" filled the air as she moved through the air like a young Tarzan.

The men who had just emerged from the vehicles were mowed down like swarms of bees, their blood spraying out like geysers from various parts of their bodies...

After firing several rounds, her small body landed steadily on a pile of broken crates. With a forward roll, she evaded the enemys counterattack.

No sooner had she caught her breath than a barrage of bullets headed straight for her again.

Clad in the bulletproof vest that Drake had tailored for her, she fearlessly charged out, clutching her compact submachine gun.

Her small stature and incredible speed allowed her to dodge the enemys bullets. Even if an occasional bullet hit her, it couldnt penetrate the vests defense. Instead, it spurred her gun to spew fire, claiming life after life.

"Kill her," a man in a black suit, built like a bull, shouted as he charged straight at Tung-Tung, his gun aimed at her.

She kept rolling and jumping on the crates to avoid the bullets, her gaze sharp, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched the approaching man. Just as she was about to shoot, she realized her gun was out of bullets.

The man in the black suit, seeing that Tung-Tung was out of ammunition, grinned maliciously, aiming his gun at her head, ready to end her life with one shot.

Her smile did not waver. Her small hand had somehow found a compact pistol at her waist. Then came the sound of a "bang," and a bullet hole appeared in the center of the mans forehead. His large body fell backward, his eyes filled with disbelief and... horror!

The others, seeing this, were terrified, and their bullets rained down on her once more.

"Dad, how many more?" She performed a backflip behind an empty oil drum, shouting into her earpiece.

"Above," Drakes voice came quickly. Without a moments thought, Tung-Tung reflexively raised her hand, squeezed the trigger, and a man fell from the second floor with a "bang," landing in front of her with a smashed skull, his brains splattered.

Tung-Tung didnt even glance at the fallen man. She stood up, turned, and fired several shots at three men approaching her. Unable to dodge in time, they fell to the ground, hit.

Taking a deep breath, she leaped onto the oil drum, ready to jump forward when Drakes alarmed voice came through the earpiece. "Behind you!"

Without thinking, she leaned backward, her body in mid-air, and fired a shot at her target. After landing steadily, she realized her pistol was out of bullets.

Pressed against the two large empty oil drums, her brow furrowed slightly as Drakes voice came through her earpiece again: "Four people are approaching you."