Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 46, Section 3: She will be sad if you die.

He was also wearing the black uniform of the Operations Bureau, with a golden flower prominently displayed on his chest—that was the ISAB personnel rank rating, the same as CORE.

Golden Flower corresponds to an A-level assassin.

William became even more agitated. This role naturally brought him pressure, and the thought of running away even flashed through his mind.

But the next second, as the blue-haired, blue-eyed man in the black trench coat and the golden-flower agent began to fight, William realized that he could not stand idly by either!

"Bang, bang!"

In just two exchanges, the wounded Lawrence was overwhelmed, and the gun he used to block the tactical dagger was even knocked away and landed on the grass.

Lawrence staggered back several steps, and seeing the man rushing towards him, he was helpless and about to plunge the dagger into his own chest!
"Bang bang bang!"

The continuous gunfire brought the Golden Flower agent to a halt. He deftly dodged the attack, while William, armed with two guns, swiftly moved closer and stood in front of Lawrence.

"You go first!" William roared, his voice barely suppressed.

Lawrence's cold expression lasted only half a second before he rolled to the side and picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground.

William immediately understood that he wasn't going to run away, but rather to hold his position for those five minutes.

Damn!

The thought only flashed through his mind briefly before the Golden Flower Agent from the opposite side of the Operations Bureau attacked again. He used the surrounding tree trunks to dodge and approach, his killing intent palpable.

William the Double Gunner – this man’s former codename was Quick Gunner. He was best known for his ability to single-handedly exert the pressure of an entire company while maintaining an extremely high accuracy rate.

The dual pistols in his hands were specially made by CORE, and coupled with his talent, no one has ever been able to suppress him in a one-on-one duel.

But this environment is terrible.

The Operations Bureau's top-tier agents quickly approached by hiding in the tree trunks, and William consistently hit the trunks with every shot. Even when they caught a gap in William's movement, they discovered that this guy was moving at an abnormally fast speed.

He even suspected that this wasn't the Gold Flower level, but the damn Black Flower level!
"Grass!"

William reloaded with one hand while continuing to fire with the other!
Lawrence was holding off the Operations Bureau agents who were trying to get closer. They were temporarily suppressed by the superb marksmanship, but even so, Lawrence couldn't help his side!
A certain death awaits!

Damn, damn, damn! ...

A complex mix of emotions welled up in William's heart. He had known that this day would come for him as an assassin, but after lying low for so long, he had almost forgotten the life of being in the thick of gunfire. If he could, he would really like to work at a radio station and listen to Lisa tell jokes!
But now!

—I'm going to die here.

With the distance closing in, suppression was no longer possible. Just as William was about to reload, a tactical knife suddenly flew from the enemy's hand, successfully knocking out William's left-hand weapon!

Blood dripped from a cut on the finger onto the lawn.

Immediately following were rapidly approaching footsteps.

The tactical dagger was even embedded several inches into the nearby tree trunk.

William suddenly felt dizzy. He felt footsteps approaching from behind and in front of him, but the feeling of being on the verge of death made it seem like the scene was playing back in slow motion.

Nothing is more impressive than facing the fear of death head-on. The golden flower on the chest was imprinted in my eyes at this moment, even more so than the man's face.

As a B-level assassin, William was all too aware of the vast differences between each rating, not to mention that the ISAB's personnel composition was even more stringent.

He has tried his best.

Awaiting death —

"Qiang!"

But at that moment, the tactical dagger stuck in the tree trunk was pulled out. The blurry figure was a black-haired girl. Her long hair swept past William's eyes, along with her emotionless red eyes.

A girl like a black iris.

The Golden Flower-level agent's eyes widened in astonishment. He quickly stepped back, but even so, his cheek was still slashed by the tactical dagger, and blood splattered everywhere.

And the next second,
Standing in front of William, Yugiri had already reversed her grip on the tactical dagger, coldly pushed off the ground and leaned forward, her speed even faster than William's cognitive abilities!
How could it be? How could it be her?
William couldn't understand why this seemingly ordinary girl was here, nor could he understand why her fighting skills were so strong that she could suppress the Golden Flower Agent to the point of being unable to breathe and on the verge of death!

Not long ago, this Golden Flower agent could be said to have handled William with ease.

Am I... too weak?
No, it should be another possibility.

The words "national-level assassin" flashed through my mind. They were the ace of the CORE Operations Bureau, the pinnacle of all assassins. Monsters created through layers of selection, inhuman training, and even biological experiments.

Panic appeared on the face of the Gold Flower-level agent. He tried to defend himself, but the black-haired, red-eyed woman in front of him was too fast, and several wounds had already appeared on his arms.

He suspected that if the tactical dagger hadn't been an unsuitable weapon for her—that's how she seemed to be—he would probably be dead by it!
But in the blink of an eye, another surprise attack occurred!
Left! — Clash of daggers!
Right! — A quick elbow strike block!

Frontal! — That was a downward thrusting dagger!

Agent Jin Hua could barely keep up with her speed, but strangely, he spotted an opening the next moment. This fleeting yet crucial opening was his only chance of survival!
Gripping the tactical dagger tightly, Agent Jin Hua used her right arm to exert force while turning to the side to dodge and sliding upwards!
But suddenly,
He found himself becoming powerless.

Immediately afterwards, blood gushed from his throat.

The other party coldly retreated, easily dodging his blade. It turned out that it was a deliberate opening, no, it should be said that it was an opening he was naively confident in... because the other party had already used it to slit his throat.

The tactical dagger, parallel to his neck, traced a swift red trail. At that moment, he was caught off guard by the assassination technique he knew—the Golden Flower agent was careless and powerless. He felt that the other party wasn't even serious, but even so, it was enough to kill him.

Fresh blood gushed out uncontrollably.

The Golden Flower agent knelt on the ground, and finally collapsed, powerless.

The entire process lasted only six or seven seconds. William watched in stunned silence. The sound of daggers clashing against daggers was crisp and sparks flew, a clash of two murderous intents.

The black-haired, red-eyed national-level assassin unilaterally overpowered the golden-flower agent—until, seconds later, his strength gave way to panic, and he was ultimately killed by having his throat slit. William uttered hoarsely, "You…"

His words trailed off like a hazy, dreamlike murmur.

The state-level assassin didn't look at him; she only focused her gaze on Lawrence, who was blocking her way, indicating that the danger was not over.

She began her second operation.

At this moment, the agents from the Operations Bureau were only six or seven meters away from Lawrence on the highway. Lawrence, who was hiding behind a tree, no longer dared to peek out. After his position was exposed, he was suppressed by one-sided firepower, but he remained expressionless.

And that is the situation.

"Ugh!"

An operations officer let out a whimper; he had reached the bushes, but was mysteriously killed at that moment.

Other operators immediately became alert and moved forward.

But what awaited them was a one-sided despair.

……

Two minutes later.

In the quiet suburbs shrouded in night, William helped Lawrence out along Highway 7. The flames from the wrecked vehicles were gradually fading, and the blue-haired man William was supporting was seriously injured, but fortunately, he wouldn't die anytime soon.

What's most frightening is the person in front of you.

A young woman with black hair and red eyes stood still, her smart uniform stained red. She silently looked at her hands, which were now stained red with blood again.

Surrounding her were the dead Internal Security Operations Bureau agents, including several Silver and Bronze level officers, with only the crackling of fire seeming to proclaim that the world was not silent.

A national-level assassin single-handedly dealt with this group of pursuers, taking advantage of the terrain—a truly terrifying feat.

William's voice trembled again as he tried to speak: "You..."

She silently turned her head to look, and when she met his emotionless red eyes, William admitted that his heart skipped a beat, and he didn't dare to continue speaking.

Why did you come back?

At this moment, Lawrence, who was being supported by William, asked weakly, his brows furrowed.

The most crucial part of the escort plan is Emil, the national-level assassin, who should be escorted all the way back to his home country.

But why did they turn back halfway?

Lawrence was puzzled and questioned his teammate Yugiri.

After a moment of silence, Yugiri lowered her head and whispered:
"Monica will be sad if you die."

Her voice didn't sound like she was defending herself, but rather stating a fact. Her eyes, however, rarely showed any sadness, as if she were empathizing but only felt lonely, and then she became quiet again.

Lawrence fell silent for a moment; this ruthless man couldn't find the words to refute this reason. Because he knew that this was the entire reason, the reason for her actions.

Would Monica be sad if I died...?

Lawrence took a deep breath and said slowly, "Go back to the team now. Professor Emil needs you. I can handle things on my own."

Yugiri didn't speak, threw the tactical dagger on the ground, and silently turned and left until her figure disappeared into the night.

William watched the departing figure of the national-level assassin, then glanced at the blue-haired man he was supporting, knowing that there were probably many, many stories behind it all.

Regardless, he was grateful to this person.

Although he misjudged his rank, and although his life hung by a thread.

But now, at least they've survived and have a life left. This feeling of surviving a disaster is truly touching.

“My name is William Nelson, a B-level assassin. My spy squad leader is Duncan, and we have a contact point at the plumbing repair shop on Macon Street.”

He told the man all his information, which not only represented trust but also served as a way of expressing gratitude, meaning that if the man ever encountered any trouble in the future, he could find him by using this identity.

Lawrence didn't speak, but whispered:
"Let's clean up the battlefield and go back."

“Of course.” William chuckled and patted his shoulder.

"hiss……"

Immediately, the murderer gasped, because William patted his shoulder where he had been shot.

William found it strange.

After a long silence, Lawrence calmly said, "You'd better be careful. Pray that you don't faint from blood loss, or that person probably won't let you off the hook."

Upon hearing this, William immediately realized that the blue-haired man he was supporting was not in good condition; he was only temporarily alive—and if he were to die, the national-level assassin might do something to him, since she had deliberately disobeyed her mission and returned to save this man.

Immediately, William felt even more anxious and panicked than when he had just faced the Golden Flower-level agent. He pursed his lips and replied in a low voice:

"Of course, you just don't die."

The night was still deep, and the stars were obscured by the full moon.

The birds returned to the treetops in the forest, and the quiet surroundings were filled with the sound of gravel digging into the soles of their feet. The battle on Highway 7 had temporarily come to an end; the flames from the wrecked vehicles had died down until only the dim moonlight illuminated the scene. William still had to get the people back quickly, or their lives would be in danger…

　I've created a book club group; you'll see the link below the book in a bit. I don't really like creating them because I'm afraid not many people will join...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)