"Fuck, how am I suppose to sleep with three dudes in my bed?" 

Hello, my name was Hung and this story may start off quite awkward, but you see, in my country, a college student didn't have exactly the best living condition. There were not many place for rent near my school in downtown area of the largest city in the whole nation. Therefore, I was living with my two cousins in a tiny room only enough for 3 beds in 3 coners and that was it. The only space left was infront of the entrance. At the moment, our family decided to visit from nearby city, but damnit they didn't have to bring almost 20 people over. Whatmore, that was not even everybody, my parents will drive here later then they all will go on a vacation trip of some sort afterward. Without me. Damn school life 

Well, at least they brought a meal. I was starving. 

Right, where was I? So it all started when I went out to have some air. More than 20 people in a tiny room, could you imagine that? 

Should I go to the Internet Cafe to spend some time? Mom and Dad won't be here anytime soon. Internet cafe was popular in my country mainly because most student laptop cannot keep up with the game on the market. 

Wait, wasn't that my elder counsin's husband? What was his name again? I had 12 elder counsin sisters and all of them had a husband each, beside I didn't see this guy quite often. It was natural that I forgot, okay? I was not heartless or anything. Uhmm, I thought his name was Huy or Duy. Perhaps, Duy? Anyway, he was hugging some girl definitely not my elder counsin. Ah, he just walked into a redlight massage. Bastard, why the hell my counsin decided to marry this dude while knowing full well he was a piece of shit. I cannot understand the world of adult. Let's greet him. Cannot let him enjoy this alone, cough cough, I mean stop him from cheating my dear elder counsin. 

"Ey, brother, what chu doing? Who's that? Don't  you afraid your wife will skin you alive? She's quite fierce, you know?" 

She used to be gangster, you know? Her name was famous in my hometown's underworld. Eventhough she retired after giving birth but you shouldn't play with fire, you know? A tigress after giving birth was still a tigress, you know? 

"Shhh, B, listen. It's not what you think" 

B was my puppy name by the way. 

What? You took me for a 5 years old? Ey, although I was still a virgin you cannot insult me like this. So I decided to call her. 

"Hello, ah second sister, I think I saw your...." 

Hey, get your hand off my mouth. God knew where he touched with that hand. 

"Listen, I will take you somewhere cool later, okay? Please, don't tell your elder sister" 

Hah, you thought only that much can bribe me? 

"Hello, B, are you there? I think I heard Duy voice" 

Oh, so his name was Duy. Good to know. 

"500" 

I demanded 

"200" 

He bargained 

"Hello, second sister?" 

"Fine, fine. 500" 

"And somewhere cool?" 

"Promise" 

Deal. Now I can eat larvishly for a week. Wahahahaha. 

"B? Is there something wrong with the signal?" 

"It's nothing second sister, tell everybody I will go out for a while" 

"Are you going to the Internet again? Be home soon, okay?" 

"Okay, bye" 

She was quite gentle if you wouldn't anger her. 

"So, where we going?" 

I thought my smile was kind of evil. 

**** 

"Uhmm, where the fuck are we going?" 

I was currently sitting in Duy's car and driving to the middle of nowhere. I thought I saw my parents at a gas station on the way. And grandma, was it okay for you to ride that 1000 Kawasaki? You were nearly 80, you know? Didn't you think a 1000cc motorcycle was a little too much? 

Anyway, he took me to a run down middle stop for travelers on the highway 50km out of the city. This place was deserted due to a competing company opened another stop right across the street. We were waiting for someone to deliver something for Duy. Wait a minute, this was suspicious. Wasn't this a scenario for a drug deal? Hey, brother, you said you would take me to a cool place. A drug deal was not a fucking cool place. Calm down, calm down.

Maybe he was here to collect some money, grandma was a shadow banker( loan shark) afterall. Someone had to collect money for her right? Uhmm, what were those white powder on the floor? This was totally a drug deal, wasn't it? What the fuck was wrong with my family? 

Ah, someone was coming. Hey dude, you didn't have to make it so obvious. Who the fuck went out with a raincoat on a perfectly sunny day? Who were these ameteurs? You should learn from second uncle. He would do a much better job compare to these two clowns. Did I mention he was the boss of the biggest underground gang in the biggest city of the country? Now that I thought about it, a lot of my relatives were big gangsters. My parents were honest workers, mind you. 

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As expected, it was a drug deal. Maybe it was second uncle order. I had to tell him to fired these two clown. What a joke! 

Huh? Who was that? Agent 47? A bald dude wearing white shirt and a red tie? What missing was a black vest. Ah, he put on a black vest. 

*Clap clap* 

Goodjob, nice cosplay. Wait, were those guns? Ohhhhh shitttttttt 

"Get down" 

*BANG BANG BANG* 

Motherfucker, two bullets flew over our heads. The other dealer was not that lucky though. He was now laying still with his head blown open. 

"What the fuck? Who's that?" 

"Agent 47. Didn't you watch the movie? By the way, do you have a gun?" 

"Why are you so calm? Fuck, this is not what I expected" 

"You are a drug dealer, you should be calmer than me. Do you have a gun?" 

"Yes, I do" 

"Then shoot him. What the fuck are you waiting for?" 

"Shit shit shit. AHHHHHH" 

*BANG ×15* 

With a battle cry, he emptied the whole clip through the window. That was a P95, seriously, didn't you have a better gun? And you were hitting everything but him. See? Mister Agent 47 didn't even bother to take cover. Haizz, I still didn't understand why second sister married this loser. 

"Give me that" 

I forcefully took his gun and a few clips 

"What?" 

"When I count to three, open the door, crouch down and move to the back. Got it? 

"What?" 

"Just fucking do it. One, two, three. Go" 

*BANG BANG BANG* 

I imidiately fired 3 shot at his head, heart and groin then open the door and rolled out. Damn, he dodged that? Was he really Agent 47? Anyway, I sprinted into the back of the car while staying low. My idiot cousin just ran straight. Luckily I distracted the shooter attention or else he would be dead by now. 

"Dude, I told you it was obvious. Now an Agent 47 wannabe was hunting us down" 

"When the fuck did you tell me anything?" 

Ah, it was just my inner tsukkomi acting up. Nevermind then. 

"You got a plan?" 

I asked Duy. Any competent drug dealer would have a escape plan, right? 

"...." 

Right, sorry for asking. Man, I guessed it was all on me to carry this dead weight out alive. It would be nice if I wait for the police. Second uncle could get him out in couple of days, but clearly this was an ambush. I would be dead if I believe there was only a guy here. See, there was one on my flank. 

*Bang* 

Nice, headshot. Now, where was that Agent 47? 

I peaked out from behind the car and imidiately duck right back in. That son of a bitch just pulled out a AR-15 rifle from thin air. 

*PA PA PA PA* 

Now what? He got a rifle and I got a shitty pistol. We were in the middle of the parking lot. Completely open. Our only cover is this car. And our shooter had a rpg.... 

Wait, RPG? FUCK! I tossed the dead weight away as far as I could and ran for my life. 

*BOOOOOM* 

After firing the RPG, Mr. 47 didn't let his guard down. He threw the RPG into the car trunk nearby, supposed where he took that from, and switched back to his rifle. He advanced slowly toward while keeping an eye for any movement behind the smoke and flame of the exploded car. Evidently, he was well trained and cautious- the most dangerous opponent of all. 

You must be wondering why I did not fire any shot toward him beside the first 3, right? First of all, because I knew clearly that his reflex was fast enough to dodge anything coming at him the moment I raised the barrel.

So instead of putting myself in danger, I had been dealing with the other enemies. What? You thought I had time to describe everything? There were nearly a dozen people aiming their guns at us, I almost emptied my stockpile of bullets just to keep them in check. I managed to take down half of them though. 

Second, damn the blast hurt like hell. This wasn't like in all those Hollywood bullshit explosion sences. Even though we got as far as a hundred meters. The explosion still knocked the living daylight out of me. Luckily, no shrapnel found their way into me. 

I didn't get it. It was obvious there was a mole behind this but this was way too overkill for my idiot brother. Which mean the mole got the wrong intel or my brother unexpectedly had a very high status. I then looked at my brother who had already passed out from fear and straightfowardly eliminated the later. Oh please, you thought being the big boss son-in-law would grant him a special position? On the contrary actually, second uncle would likely keep his relatives out of harm way. Beside, look at him. Just look at him! If he were not my relative I would have fled long ago. 

Anyhow, that can be left for later. Now that the cat had gotten out of the bag, I guessed it was time to reveal my real ability then. 

Let's see. 14 rounds left. 5 guys and Mr.47. Two were severely wounded and posed no threat. Winnable. All I had to do was focus on the three still fine hit men and of course be accurate. 

Alright, when they heard the explosion, they would poke their head out all at once to check. 

 Anytime now... 

 Bingo! 

*BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG*

PENTAKILL. Let's goooooooo. Damn I was on fire today. 

Oh hello Mr.47 wannabe. You were late. Now eat some lead candies 

*BANG BANG BANG* * BANG BANG BANG BANG* *BANG BANG* 

Oi oi, were you even human? You dodged all that even when I changed rhythmn, position and posture? God damnit this was not the Matrix, you cosplayed the wrong character. 

*PA PA PA PA PA PA* 

Fuck you, I could do that too. Now, sceret technique, Panther Stride. Despite the fancy name, it was just me running on all four. Hey, what important was practical use, okay? When I went all out with this skill, I could even outrun grandma's Kawasaki. 

See? Mr.47 got the idea. He was so suprise to even react. I closed the distance of 100m between us in less than 3 second. He only responsed when I almost punched him in the face. He instantly discarded the rifle and pulled out his twin pistols. 

Nah mate, you shouldn't bring guns into a fist fight. That wouldn't work agaisnt a master of hand to hand combat. And for that, I punished him badly. My combat style was I had no style. In other word, street fight but at master level. Of course, Agent 47 was also good at close quarter combat, but too bad, with my irregular fighting style, he had no way to counter attack and took a beating savagely. 

This punch was for my brother. This kick was for implicating me. This elbow was for bullieing me with better equipments. This headbutt was for not fighting one on one. This knee in the groin was for, errr, I ran out of excuses. Anyway all that was just for good measure, he had already lost concious after several exchanges. I only needed to hit him once with the arm that tossed a 70kg man flying over 100m distance. 

Speaking of which, I hoped I hadn't broken any bone in Duy body. 

After everything was over, I checked the surrounding in case someone was still pointing a gun at me. Nope, all clear. 

Jesus! What a mess! 

I'd better get out of here fast or else I would had no way to explain this to my family. 

After cleaning the evidence a.k.a the P95, I made it looked like this was a brutal gang fight. I also tied up Mr.47 and made sure he had no way to escape or suicide by checking for anything hidden including toxin inside his mouth. Indeed, I found a fake teeth with poison, oldest trick in the book. My only concern was whether he had any locating device planted in his body. However, I had no way of figuring that out so may as well left it for second uncle. 

All of this was his problem to begin with. 

I drove away via Mr.47's car with him and my useless brother in tow while the common folks were still busy panicking. It took some time to explain but everything happened in less than 10 minutes. With how far we were from city centre, that was not long enough for the police or the reporter to response. I was 99.98% sure I was not exposed. If someone was brave enough to record me admist blazing gun fights and explosion, I would kneel down and ask the living saint what he would like to eat. Little did I know, I had to made an offering to that person in not so far future.