Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 109, Section 25: The Coming Storm
St. Patla Aviv Railway Station.

On the second day of the beach festival, at eight o'clock in the morning, Glenley's busiest train station entered a subtle moment of tranquility.

The platform, which should have been packed with people, was only occupied by guards and honor guards, who stood as steady as bells with their long guns in hand. Jared Berry, a middle-aged man with a mustache, stood upright in a suit and tie beside the slowly moving steam train, waiting for it to stop.

As the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Country A, he will be responsible for receiving the delegation of envoys from multiple countries.

As the train doors opened, men stepped off the red carpet that had been laid out beforehand and shook hands with Jared, their faces beaming. Among them were his entourage of interpreters, government officials, ambassadors, and even leaders or crown princes from other countries—a total of over a hundred people. The once quiet platform instantly became crowded in one corner.

Gunshots rang out as the last government official in a suit stepped off the train.

The guards warmly welcomed their arrival.

These individuals will represent their respective countries to offer their blessings at King Sebastian III's birthday banquet in early June. More than a dozen neighboring countries, regardless of size or even population size (some with only a little over a million residents), have been invited, including countries B and C.

Despite some recent frictions between Country A and them in international affairs, given the overall grim global situation, maintaining a friendly attitude remains one way to avoid being drawn into the Northland War.

The bright sunlight shone down as I stepped out of the station.

Outside, a convoy of cars had been prepared, along with curious onlookers who had heard the news.

Colorful petals were scattered on the ground, and flags of various countries fluttered on the roadside walls. Enthusiastic citizens who had heard the news earlier stood on both sides of the road, chatting and gossiping. Some stood with their arms crossed or on fire hydrants to enjoy the view.

"It's still as bustling as ever here."

"Please get in the car with me."

"Christin, go open the car door."

"Fire a gun—salute!"

The road from St. Patla Aviv train station to Lily 10 was cordoned off yesterday, and the road was cleared. A motorcade that had been prepared would go directly to the city hall, where King Sebastian III would shake hands and greet them.

The guards rode their fine horses and saw them off for a while.

On the streets of Greeley, the impressive convoy moved silently. Jared sat in the lead black sedan, watching the crowds on either side of the road with a distracted expression. Their faces held curiosity, joy, or perhaps disdain and indifference, while the driver occasionally glanced in the rearview mirror to ensure the convoy maintained its formation.

It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but for some reason, Jared felt an unease in the air.

Then his gaze fell upon a young man by the roadside. The young man was dressed like a factory worker, with somewhat vacant bright green eyes, wearing faded jeans and a loose, coarse linen shirt. He was just one of the tens of thousands of ordinary people living here.

He stood by the roadside, coldly watching the convoy.

Soon, their eyes met.

Jared's first and last meeting with him ended just like that.

One after another, black cars drove past the young man until the road became empty. About five or six minutes later, guards on horseback appeared from behind, their hooves treading on fallen petals. There were also guards on foot who were methodically tidying up the police tape along the roadside, because it no longer mattered whether the area was under martial law.

Upon seeing this, Sorenza licked his lips.

By this time, most of the onlookers had dispersed, and the flags fluttering by the roadside had drooped down because the wind had stopped.

Sorenza saw his companions leave from afar.

Along this three-kilometer stretch of road, from the station directly to the city government, there were more than twenty of Sorrenza's companions.

They are all Serbs who grew up in Bosnia (a city in country A), and were the original inhabitants of this country for the past few centuries. However, times have changed, and the Serbian people have long since declined due to various disasters and wars. History has transformed them into a nation of country A.

In reality, they have been the inhabitants of this land for the past five or six hundred years, and the current rulers are the invaders whom their people originally opposed.

Sorenza is affiliated with a radical nationalist organization in Serbia called the Survival or Death Society.

This is an organization that advocates sending all these outsiders back, and restoring control of Country A from top to bottom to its own people, instead of the current diversified structure.

Their achievements are numerous; for example, they played a part in the failure of Country A's reforms twenty years ago to be fully implemented. This country, which had just transitioned from a monarchy to a republic, unprecedentedly retained the king's title and some of his power, which was their first step in their desire to revive the nation.

The second step is the opportunity that has been lying dormant for a long time.

However, today they were only here to confirm the situation. They had no other intentions towards these foreign envoys. The intelligence they had already received indicated that there would be other major arrangements at the birthday banquet. What they needed was to assassinate the prime minister, incite a riot, unite with other countries, and reclaim the national power that belonged to the Serbs.

"God above..."

Sorenza muttered as he tossed a coin, which tumbled through the air and landed in his hand, ending up with heads on the bald king.

This represents good luck.

At least that's what Sorrenza thought. He chuckled, put away the coin, and disappeared into the departing crowd.

……

—Seagull Street. Police Officers' Home—

He Ye got up early, which was unusual for her, and was cleaning.

Today is the last day of May. The beach festival ended yesterday, and he had a great time. It's no exaggeration to say he was very satisfied.

But the happier she was yesterday, the more of a headache she had now. Looking at the swept-up trash and the mold in the corner, He Ye reluctantly began to wipe it clean.

Yesterday, He Ye spent all day on the beach chatting with busty girls with big breasts and big curves about life and ideals, even making them laugh so hard they were shaking. The price he paid was that his luggage was still unpacked and his room was still uncleaned today.

It should have been done yesterday.

Speaking of yesterday, on the way to Conis Beach, we saw a luxury convoy, which was probably the friendly visit of a foreign delegation mentioned in the newspaper. At that time, He Ye and Nicole stood by the roadside and counted a total of thirty-seven black cars before they stopped counting. They looked at each other and Nicole stared in disbelief, saying that it was the first time she had ever seen so many cars.

That same afternoon, they met Loris and Nitil at the beach; the two of them had come together to find He Ye.

However, at the time, He Ye was chatting and laughing with a pretty girl, and the scene was obviously a bit awkward when the two girls saw him.

The pretty girl who had approached him thought she was being treated like a mistress, and left awkwardly without even taking the freshly squeezed juice that was on the table—the two had been chatting in front of a beverage vendor's beach shop.

Finally, completely bewildered and confused, Lolis stepped on He Ye's foot and stormed off.

Nitil hesitated for a moment, then, covered in sweat, chased after Loris.

'Hey, wait for me!'

'Ugh, I hate it!'

He Ye was left hopping around on the beach, clutching his foot in pain, just like Talking Tom who had stepped on a trap.

In any case, the beach festival is over.

"Sir, why don't you go to work first?"

Nicole was holding a rag and looking through the window. She was also helping with the cleaning. She got up at six in the morning to wipe the tables and floors because she was leaving soon and had to clean the house she had lived in for a month and return it to the security department.

Although you could also just pack your bags and leave...

Ke Heye still cares about his reputation after death; who knows when he might come back, right?

"Let me see... can you manage all by yourself?" He Ye rubbed his lower back as he stood up, feeling like an old man.

"It should be possible," Nicole said after thinking for a moment. After all, the train ticket was for this evening, and she had a whole day to clean it up.

"Thank you for your trouble." He Ye put down the rag. "I'll go pack my luggage."

He Ye returned to his bedroom, or rather, the bedroom they shared, since there was only one bed, and they had slept together the night before. He Ye thought that once they left, they would definitely need to stay in a double room; it was too inconvenient to share a bed with a young girl.

Then he packed his luggage. Actually, there wasn't much to bring; his suitcase didn't have much stuff, so he barely touched it. He only had a few personal belongings, and it only took five or six minutes to pack.

Finally, He Ye went to the washroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror.

This is probably the last time I'll wear a police uniform—it's quite a coincidence.

He Ye held the water in his hands to wash away his drowsy mind. He also needed to go to work today, but it was his last day. The main purpose was to hand over his resignation letter and then leave smoothly. Otherwise, how eye-catching would it be if the legendary police officer suddenly disappeared without a word?

Water droplets slid down her fingers, and He Ye took a light breath.

"I am leaving."

"Come back soon, sir!"

She paused as she pushed open the door to leave the foyer, as if this was the first time she had heard those words this month. After all, she had been working and jet-lagged before—so this is what happens when two people live together? It felt somewhat familiar.

"Okay, okay," He Ye said softly.

He closed the door and said it casually.

……

—Rose Street, Security Department—

After half an hour.

It was already past 8:50 a.m., and he was a few minutes away from being late. Fortunately, He Ye arrived breathlessly, carrying a paper bag containing his regular uniform. He needed to change back into his own clothes in the locker room after the day's events and return the free police uniform to them.

When He Ye arrived at the police station and saw several newly arrived auxiliary police officers, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

I still owed Rayleigh money.

He Ye has a lot of savings in the central bank in Greeley City. He can just give him the card when the time comes. The money should be enough to pay off his debts. The money he earned from releasing records is spread across multiple bank cards, so he can live comfortably for at least a year. Not to mention that Mark also sent him a sum of money, making him extremely wealthy.

Upon arriving at the office, many people greeted He Ye.

With smiling eyes and a warm demeanor.

After all, this was his first time going to work since his recovery.

Looking at her colleagues welcoming her back, He Ye felt a mix of emotions and a bit of embarrassment. However, now that things had come to this, she certainly wouldn't back out. It was just that the thought of them being so happy for her return to work—only to turn pale that afternoon upon hearing of her resignation—was too embarrassing to contemplate.

"Where is Miss Isabelle?" He Ye asked.

"Section Chief? She's in the office upstairs. I saw her come in," a helpful colleague replied.

"OK, thanks."

He Ye touched the resignation letter he had written the night before in his pocket and walked inside. The reason he gave for resigning was his own lack of ability and his concerns about the future.

A rookie police officer was seriously injured and on the verge of death after experiencing a terrible incident in the Cobo neighborhood. Although he had a leave of absence of nearly half a month, he developed a fear of the job after recovering and therefore did not want to be a police officer anymore—this was his reason.

That should prevent them from stopping me from leaving.

Soon, He Ye arrived upstairs and saw the office door.

Darren happened to walk out of the door, and his eyes lit up when he saw He Ye, after all, it had been a long time since they had met.

"The injury is completely healed?"

"Um... I'm here to see the section chief." He Ye held up the envelope in his hand. "I'm planning to resign."

Darren was shocked when he heard this, but after He Ye briefly repeated the same reason, he understood and said with emotion, "I will remember and thank you for your efforts."

After saying that, he patted his shoulder and brushed past He Ye.

This should be considered a proper farewell.

He thought to himself. Actually, he had already said goodbye to almost everyone around him yesterday, except for the people from the police station. But it didn't matter much; he could just say goodbye on the way. He had no regrets or things to do. He just wanted to finish this last day of work.

During her conversation with Darren, He Ye confirmed that Isabel was inside again, so she knocked on the door and, after hearing a response, pushed the door open and entered.

"Please come in."

Upon entering the office, I found two people inside.

He Ye remained calm, ignoring Winston who was sitting next to him reading, and walked in. Winston, whose eyes were slightly open, merely glanced at the ordinary police officer and continued reading without paying any further attention.

Isabel, sitting at her desk, was taken aback when He Ye arrived, then smiled gently.
"Have you recovered? Welcome back."

"Thank you for your concern." He Ye was a little embarrassed, and at the same time, inappropriately handed over the letter, "This, Miss Isabel, please take a look."

"..." Isabel took the envelope with a slightly puzzled look.

He Ye stood in front of her desk, quietly waiting for a reply while glancing around aimlessly.

The office was large and had a sandalwood scent. The bookshelves were full of documents but not cluttered. There was also tea that had gone cold on the coffee table. Winston, sitting in a chair not far away, looked like an English gentleman, quietly reading a book.

About a minute later.

"Is that so... I'm quite surprised."

Isabel carefully put the letter into the envelope, then looked up at He Ye and calmly said:
"However, this is your decision, and I will not stop you. Your concerns are also reasonable, after all, as a police officer who maintains public order, there is an unavoidable risk to his life."

He Ye opened his mouth as if to say something: "..."

Isabel continued speaking methodically:

"Don't blame yourself for this, or feel like you're a coward or a coward. That's unnecessary. We all see what you've done, and no one will criticize you for not being able to save a second person even though you did your best to save one. Most people can only make a limited contribution in their lifetime."

"Although I personally feel sorry for your departure, I still wish you a pleasant journey in the future."

After whispering her last words, Isabel smiled and handed a form to He Ye.

I originally thought I would need to explain myself, or that I might be looked at with slight surprise, but now it turns out that none of that happened.

He Ye remained silent for a while before accepting the gift, expressing her gratitude with a slight tremor in her eyes. She thought to herself, "She really is a kind and understanding young lady."

"Thank you," he said.

……

The office door was already closed. Winston came to his senses and realized that the ordinary police officer had left.

But strangely enough...

When he turned to look at Isabel, the section chief who sometimes looked tired but was mostly trustworthy, she was sighing softly, as if she was regretting something, feeling a sense of loss.

"Although the Kobo incident seemed glamorous, I know that I'm secretly afraid of death, so I'm submitting my resignation. I'm still young and want to enjoy the beautiful things in this world; I hope you understand."

Isabelle was actually a little disappointed, but her upbringing kept her silent and gentle.

Perhaps her thinking was too extreme, or perhaps she had unrealistic expectations. From beginning to end, no one truly resembled her. This was her regret, and also a tragedy of humanistic thought in this era.

(End of this chapter)