Prologue

My name is agent 67, that’s what everyone calls me.

I’m currently 34 years old, the ace of Blood Bridge Organization.

I was 6 when Blood Bridge pick me at the slums.

When I was 14 years old I discovered that my mother was already dead, and my father was a useless drunkard, the one who dumped me at the slums.

The Blood Bridge organization give me new reason to live, they broaden my knowledge and train me as a professional assassin.

My will to live gave me the reason to persevere.

Since I already live my 28 years of my insignificant life at the organization, I grew bored and unwilling to work.

The organization gave me a condition if I want to leave, and that is to accomplish a special mission.

11:00 pm, I alone siege the Tempest Organization.

My mission is to kill the head of the organization.

Kill him! Bang! Bang! Sounds of gunshots reverberated everywhere.

The series of gunshots last for an hour until it reach the finale.

In a pitch black room with a very gloomy atmosphere stood a bulky man covered with a black cape facing a black haired skinny man clad with black dress from head to toe.

“Blood Demon! The ace of Blood Bridge really lives up to his own fame”

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(Blood Demon was one of my aliases)

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“To destroy one of the biggest organization alone. This I respect you. But do you think I will just let you destroy us quietly without suffering the consequences? Too bad I already prepared for your arrival.”

As the man said this words. I felt a strong killing intent coming from my back. I tried to dodge but just to discover that a dagger pierced my back already.

I tried to move but shocked when I discovered that my body won’t listen to me anymore.

Blag! My body met the cold floor. Blood gushed at my back like a wild river.

“Blood Demon, before you die. Let me tell you a secret”

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“You’re death is arranged by your own organization. They arrange your death because you might leak information. To suddenly want to leave the organization when you’re at the peak. Who will believe that you’re just bored?”

As he said these words I was already at my last breath.

‘So they really made me retired. I already know that they won’t let me leave quietly and I also already knew that there will be a day when they will betray me.’

As I thought of this words. I draw my last breath and my consciousness grew scarce.

I died.