On a nearby rooftop, a figure dressed in army green lay prone, holding a top-tier M98B sniper rifle with a silencer on the barrel.
Poison Wolf, one of Seclela’s most notorious mercenaries, couldn’t believe someone would pay 50 million to kill a nobody. This had to be the easiest job of his life. All it would take was one shot.
When he took the job, he thought maybe the client had more money than sense. After all, who pays that much to kill a guy dressed in clothes worth less than 200 bucks?
But for 50 million, he’d hold his tongue. He was Poison Wolf, after all-a top-level sniper, part of the famed Ironclad Mercenaries. He’d killed politicians, billionaires-important people!
His fame had skyrocketed after he took out the deputy governor of Western Frontier years ago. Now, he was one of Seclela’s most wanted men. This was his first time back in five years, and it was all for this high-paying hit.
He calmly lifted his hand, the black leather of his gloves creaking as he aimed. The target was in his crosshairs, and his finger squeezed the trigger.
But then, he saw a woman-a beautiful woman with a killer figure-walking past the target. Why not make things more exciting? Give her a shock? Yes, that would be fun.
As the bullet flew, he grinned, imagining the chaos. But then, something unbelievable happened. The target caught the bullet!
“What the hell?!” Poison Wolf’s eyes widened in disbelief. The guy just caught the bullet-barehanded!
There’s no way. That was an M98B, the most powerful sniper rifle in the world. It could take down a bull! How the hell did he catch that?!
Stunned, Poison Wolf watched, frozen. This was no ordinary hit; this guy was no ordinary target. He was dealing with a real threat.
Just as he moved to pack up, he saw something flash in the distance-too late. The bullet Kayden had thrown found its mark, and Poison Wolf’s world went black.
Back on the street, the woman Kayden had saved was fuming. “You creep! Do you even know who I am?” She struggled against his grip, feeling utterly humiliated. This guy was beneath her-a nobody!
Kayden’s face remained calm. “No, and I don’t care.”
To him, this woman was just noise. His world had two kinds of people-Georgia Adams and everyone else. And everyone else? They are all the same.
The woman’s rage boiled over. “You scumbag! Touching me in broad daylight, thinking you can get away with it just because you watched some movies? You thought I wouldn’t notice you following me? You’ve been creeping me out!”
Kayden was dumbfounded. What the hell was she talking about?
At 15, he had joined the war zone. His life since then was nothing but battles, so he had no clue about the stuff she was ranting on about.
He let go of her arm, and she stumbled, tearing her cheongsam as she fell. Her pale leg was now exposed for all to see.
“Ahhh!” She screamed, covering the tear. “You pervert! You ruined my dress!”
By now, a crowd had gathered, watching the scene unfold.
The woman struggled to her feet, glaring at Kayden. “You’re finished! Do you know who my husband is? Enoch Bernard, the commander of Inassea!”