I know I was supposed to talk about Jin's death. But it seemed a bit too hurried. So I'll tell you about this one Chancellor I had to kill for Judge Fraisler's brother.
That evening, after I met with the Fraisler brother, I went back to my hideout.
I'm a man of art and entertainment. As such, my HOME is a place that resents such. I watched a few action movies while enjoying some snacks.
No one said assassins didn't have lives. That's just bullshit.
So after a few hours, the Fraisler brat sent the payment to my account. I deliver on my promise. So I sent him a message. Simple text that he should expect his deliver in exactly two nights.
After that I went to see what could be good tool. You know? For the job.
My target was none other a Chancellor. The politically bullshit is just so messed up.
This is why I live by my rules. Anyway, Fraisler lad wanted him dead because he was the most promising candidate for whatever the political position he wanted.
If he gained it, he was gonna have greater influence. So the lad wanted him out of the picture as the man was going to be a threat to him.
If I recall well, Hale Fraisler had just ascended to being a judge a few months earlier. Of course, they might have used off book methods to secure the judge seat.
I honestly couldn't care less about any of that.
So I too the job. I had about a week to finish this assignment. What pain in the ass. That guy was an official with some power. And talk about security.
He didn't say how I should do it. So I'll choose the method. So for this one, o thought, knives should do the trick right. Fo course, what could go wrong.
He's a man. He'll need to release the frustration at least once a week. If I secure a prostitute and hide her identity well, I'll kill this bastard.
So I went on a hunt. It was best I went to visited famous places for the rich. This places were a gift to mankind for real.
I found one of the good places. Amd I have to say, they had H-O-T girls. I am a man with needs as well, so I caught myself one.
After taking the girl to the restroom, we had a... good time. She was flexible for most positions and knew her work well.
I pounded her for about thirty minutes or so secretly before I was all drained. The payment was well worth it too.
But even under such things, I still had work.
So told the woman I got her a job. All she had to do was get into the Chancellor's estate. I promised her a good amount. Five times what I gave her if she did her job well.
She's a hooker. She works for money. She took the money and accepted the deal.
The next few days or so, I managed to hack the phone of the chancellor's right hand.
The bastard had no intention of having a cooker for at least ten more days. Would imagine that?
But lucky him for having me as a stalker. I'll take upon myself to bless him.
I moved an item that seemed trivial to another date. Then filled the spot with a moment for him to call a hooker.
And of course I left the contact details there as well. The right hand may have the schedule, but I was damn sure he didn't know it by heart. My best chance was to bet and hope on that.
But luck was on my side. Things smoothed out just fine. Oh well, things were fun for me. I've enjoyed an assignment like this in a while. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my fair share of them.
The hooker was called in a few days later. To be precise, I still had about two days left before the deadline.
The woman's job was to serve the Chancellor as she 'shoul'. While at it, she should broadcast her phone signal so I could hack the communication and security.
And she did her part interestingly well. In about thirty minutes or so, I was in the system.
That's when I took a few grenades and headed for my job as usual.
It was surprisingly easy to command the guards under within their communication. But I suppose they never had to question their orders.
I made my way into the house yard and set up a few of the grenades on my way in. I wouldn't want to be caught without any form of didtraction. I manipulated the communication and lurked around like a shadow.
I was able to sneak in with almost no one noticing me. Of course I spoke with a few maids normally and they never suspected anything. The beauty of misplaced trust was unbelievable.
When I walked up the stairs leading to the Chancellor's room, I heard a thudding sound. I can't say I knew the sound, but it wasn't pleasant.
So I hurried up the stairs. I ran up to the door which I then carefully opened.
"...shit..." yeah, I know. That's what I thought too.
The Chancellor was dead. He was shot down and a pool of blood was surrounding him. The thudding sound earlier must have been the closing of the window. The curtain was caught in it.
And the air was still somewhat cool. Well, this complicated things a little for me.
Well, maybe I should get the hooker out of her, right? Right.
As a good man I am, I rushed to check rooms on the same floor. Without much surprise and found her. The damn hooker was killed off as well.
Bed sheets were stained in her blood. Drawers were left open as though a thief broke in for something.
Well, too bad for her. I should probably get out of here.
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