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Chapter 24 Talia in Action

Night fell, and a cold wind blew.

In the dark and silent forest, only the rustling sound of insects moving about and stepping on the leaves could be heard.

On the thick trunk of the crooked-necked tree.

"Oh, let me see you clearly, beautiful Lana, my goddess, my beloved!"

Wearing glasses and sporting greasy hair, Gray muttered to himself as he adjusted the equipment, zooming in on the "scenery" of Lana's open blue pajamas.

"That damn Gino dared to humiliate you, but don't worry, I'll definitely get revenge for you."

"Oh, Lana, Lana!" Gray exclaimed, his expression infatuated, as he slowly reached for his pocket.

Just as he was about to begin his usual craft work for the evening, Lana turned away and turned off the lights.

"Snapped!"

As the lights went out, the second floor of the villa fell into darkness and silence.

"Oh, shit!"

Gary cursed angrily and had no choice but to reluctantly pull his hand away.

"Looks like I have no choice but to go back."

Before the man could finish his mutterings, a sharp gust of wind whistled behind him.

"Pfft!"

A hypnotic needle pierced Gray's neck with pinpoint accuracy, and the sedative in the needle instantly made him faint and fall into a deep sleep, like a lifeless sloth bear tumbling to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The short, scrawny Gray lay sprawled in the night woods like a dead dog, the cold, dewy leaves wetting his face.

"Shh~"

A sound came from the bushes not far away, and a pair of soft and light black ninja boots gently stepped on the grass.

Bathed in the bright moonlight, the beautiful and delicate Talia stood quietly in the dense forest.

Her hands, adorned with green nail polish, were placed on her hips, and her tight black pants accentuated her shapely, long legs, further enhancing her mature and sophisticated aura.

Tonight, she changed her outfit from what she wore on Alcatraz. She tied her long, flowing black hair up with a floral rope, and a green hairpin added a touch of elegance. Her emerald green eyes stared intently at Gray, who was lying on the ground, as if they were looking at a pile of indescribable garbage.

"That disgusting guy, could he be my employer?"

Talia looked down at the unconscious Gray, her slightly pointed chin raised slightly, her pretty face full of disdain.

But after glancing at Grey's outfit, Talia quickly dismissed the idea.

Cheap clothes, worn-out canvas bags, and a digital camera that had been used many times.

Add to that the stench that's noticeable even standing here, and Talia doesn't think this guy could come up with $50,000 to issue a mission.

"Forget it, I don't want to come back to this impoverished town a second time."

Talia's face was full of disgust. She put on a ninja hood to cover her face, and her pair of emerald green eyes were fixed on the target of this operation: the second floor of Lana's villa.

"Whoosh!"

Under the moonlight of the dead of night, Talia moved with incredible speed, like a shadowy afterimage, as she sped toward Lana's house.

The several-meter-high iron railing had no effect on Talia. She leaped lightly, using the secret techniques she had learned from her ancient martial arts family to generate power. Like a night elf, she twisted her waist in the air and landed perfectly on the cold grass in a "superhero kneeling" pose.

Talia looked around to make sure no one had noticed her intrusion, then hurried back up to the second floor of the villa.

Under the thick darkness of night, her movements were as silent and deadly as a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

Talia silently came down to the first floor of the villa and reached for the hook she wore at her waist.

"Shuashua~"

Talia swung the grappling hook, feeling its swing frequency increase, and then gently tossed it towards the second floor.

"Click!"

The grappling hook wrapped around the balcony railing, and Talia gave a sudden tug, lightly touching the wall with her feet as she gracefully landed on the balcony.

This perfect infiltration went unseen, and naturally, there was no applause or cheers from others.

The bright moonlight shone on Talia's high nose bridge. Through the glass window, Talia's eyes gazed at Lana, who was sleeping peacefully inside the room, with a complex expression.

At her age, she would have already killed dozens of people.

"call."

Talia exhaled to clear her mind of distractions, and with a flick of her small hand to her waist, a short black tube appeared in her hand.

She inserted the short tube into the gap in the glass, then gently tapped the iron pipe with her fingers.

Soon, some white, crystalline powder fell and dissipated into the air.

Lana, who was inside the room, soon began to breathe even more heavily.

After doing all this, Talia glanced down at the glass door lock and removed the green hairpin from her black hair.

This hairpin is not just for decoration; the sharp spikes at its tip can also be used for unlocking and killing.

Talia inserted the hairpin into the keyhole and gently shook it.

"Click".

The door unlocked, and Talia stepped gracefully into the charming room.

Looking at Lana on the bed, Talia's gaze swept over Lana's collarbone, but she did not notice the employer's necklace.

So, Talia looked around the room again, ignoring the plush toys and a drawer full of love letters, and quickly found what she wanted on the bedside table.

A fluorescent green gemstone necklace gleamed in the dark room.

"This stone."

Talia frowned slightly, took a few steps closer, and grasped the stone.

The hard stone felt cold to the touch, but even the well-informed Talia couldn't identify its type.

"Is it agate, or...?"

Whatever this thing is,

A woman's intuition told Talia that things weren't that simple.

The occasional flashes of green light on the stone, as beautiful as magical gems from fairy tales, successfully piqued Talia's curiosity.

She gazed intently at the stone, a bold plan quietly forming in her mind.

She wanted to know why her employer wanted the necklace.

With these thoughts in mind, Talia put the necklace back into her coat and quietly returned to the villa the way she came.

Having taken away the mission objective—the necklace—Talia remained indifferent; she didn't find it a source of pride.

For a top assassin trained for eighteen years, this mission is as easy as breathing.

After passing through the dense forest, Talia got into a rugged black SUV.

She certainly didn't come to the town on purpose; she had made thorough preparations long before she arrived.

Talia started the vehicle and drove to the town cemetery, where she successfully found the third large locust tree at the entrance.

He buried the necklace he was wearing under the big locust tree.

Talia took out her phone, logged into the website, and then sent a delivery notification to her employer.

After doing all this, Talia returned to the car.

She drove the car a little further away, and then returned the same way.

The woman concealed herself behind a bush, using the Assassin's Guild's breath-holding technique to control her heartbeat and breathing. Soon, the femme fatale gradually blended into the night.

Talia stared at the locust tree, thinking to herself, "Now, all I need to do is wait."

Time passed second by second.

Soon, about ten minutes later, an SUV slowly pulled up at the entrance of the cemetery.

The butler, dressed in a suit and tie with his hair neatly combed, stepped out of the car, carrying a lead box in his hands, and walked step by step toward the third large locust tree.

Talia caught sight of the old man, her gaze fixed on him, and she thought to herself, "Could it be this old fellow?"

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