A Girl and A Hitman - Chapter 3

The next day, although the date hadn’t changed, I had received a request and landed on the ground of another country.

I love foreign countries. The tension and crisp air that can’t be felt in my homeland. The ability to experience extreme temperatures. This varies by country, but the places I have been dispatched to have generally been like that. A top-notch assassin usually fights one-on-one, or at most one against two. Among them, most people specialize in assassination. Since the technique is not yet perfected, assassination is the most efficient way to make it look like an accident, and the details of the incident rarely come to light

After getting off the plane, I headed to a place with beautiful cityscapes. The town looked as if it were made entirely of stone. It resembled a castle and a castle town at the same time, yet it seemed that this town didn’t have any special history or culture. In front of a stylish red and white house, an elderly couple was playing acoustic guitar on a ground made of unevenly shaped stones. Leaning against the stone wall across from them, they listened to the performance until the end

The night view still didn’t know murder; it was somewhat similar to one of the “complex worlds” I had longed for when I had just awakened. A beautiful night view, and I had always liked looking at it. However, in that world, I was not alone but with a woman. Being a young man myself, I probably had such desires, even if I didn’t consciously think of them. I wanted to share my impressions with someone, an ordinary person. Was it a deep-seated desire,

There was a brief period before I returned as a special-grade officer of the Federation after losing my memory, because I was confined underground and underwent “training” by the Federation. At first, I was given books to read and gradually came to understand this world. During that time, a world similar to the complex I had just imagined was born within me. It goes without saying what happened afterward. The Federation was desperate to reclaim the strongest assassin. However, after the “training,” the looks directed at me every

Of course, I am the Rebel. This title is quite fitting, and it seems to be “updated” from time to time. What was my title in the past? I couldn’t confirm who stopped me during my “Rebellion” from the database or other staff members. There is thorough information control in place. Perhaps to prevent my revenge, or maybe there is some secret involved. However, it seemed that most of the staff’s respect was directed towards the One-Armed. Therefore, it might have been

Right now, the hole I left is filled by “Madness.” Apparently, he has caused too many problems; perhaps “Corruption” is more insane as a person than he is, but the difference in their abilities has turned him into Madness. Considering this, it can be thought that there was once a “Madness” in the special forces, but if there was no one to restrain him, the special forces might not have been able to function, making this speculation difficult. Currently, under the

After taking a detour, I headed to the hotel. To preserve this view, I thought I would go to bed early today.

“Is the investigation going smoothly?”

In the morning, while I was drinking coffee at the hotel where I was staying, “one of the clients” called me again. I couldn’t tell if he was busy with work or if he trusted me, but he was a man who usually didn’t contact me.

“Well”

I speak my mind frankly. Moderately, that is. “Investigating” does not mean investigating the target. Such things are received at the time of the request. My job is to use the given information to determine if I can “complete the request.” This man is probably listening to that.

“Once again, please take care of it. If you handle it alone, they won’t know it’s us.”

I don’t understand why they went out of their way to emphasize it, but my previous failure has probably already reached everyone in the ‘Alliance,’ and it has likely leaked to the ‘VIPs’ as well. Perhaps both the Alliance and the ‘nation’ thought it unacceptable to have any madness.

“Ah”

I gulped down the coffee, and decided to scout all six hideouts of the terrorist organization in one day, and take them out one by one tomorrow.

Before going to sleep, I was once again thinking about the girl. Who was she? Even though I had no memories of her, I felt like there was a clue somewhere in my memory.