Chapter 499: Why Does A Killer Need The Human Touch?

That night, Faur could finally sleep in peace.

Chen Zhao and Fali's new house had excellent soundproof materials.

It was probably the thing that Faur was most satisfied with in the house.

In the morning, everyone went downstairs for breakfast one after another.

Fali and Faur were sitting in the living room, while Yura and Cheryl were already playing in the lake. They were not scared of the cold at all.

“Fali, who's that girl?” Faur asked.

“Which one?”

“I know one of them is Cheryl. I saw her at the party that night. I mean the other pale-looking girl.”

“Oh, she's Chen's younger sister,” Fali said. “Do you still want milk?”

“No, thanks.” Faur looked at Yura. “She's ill.”

“Yes.”

“Isn't Chen going to treat her?”

“Not yet. He said he has to do some research first.”

“I didn't even know there's a patient he can't heal immediately.” After all, Faur was an oncologist. She could tell at once what disease Yura had.

Leukemia, or blood cancer, was the most dangerous and fatal disease in the world.

Its death rate was also very high, so it was normal for Chen Zhao to hesitate.

“Alright, I need to go. Send me to work,” Faur said after finis.h.i.+ng the milk.

Only then did Chen Zhao come out from his room. He only had time to kiss Fali goodbye.

Pierce South was already impatient. He had been too scared to go home for a few days.

He had sent his family overseas. However, he had yet to hear from the expensive sorcerer killer that he had hired.

Pierce called Herretia again. “Madam, are you still on the mission?”

“F**k off, a.s.shole! Do you know who's the person that you asked me to kill?” Herretia was extremely annoyed. “My perfect record is destroyed by you. You're paying me a million dollars for me to die? Go to h.e.l.l! No… I hope he can find you! And then you'll die a f**king terrible death!”

Pierce South was floored. What was happening?

Why was she speaking in the exact same tone as Rupert had?

Was that Chinese really that scary?

Both Rupert and Herretia were famous witches.

But they were actually terrified by a wizard. Was the Chinese that powerful?

Pierce South could not accept it. Since I cannot kill you with sorcery, I'll kill you in an ordinary way!

Pierce decided to find a real killer.

In the west Pacific, there was an island with pleasant weather.

Kelly had bought the island with all her savings.

Such an island in the Pacific would cost hundreds of thousands to many millions.

Kelly's island cost about two million.

She had already been staying here for half a year.

During this period, she almost never left the island.

The incident half a year ago had become her nightmare.

Her residence was filled with books on religion.

At the moment, Kelly was resting on a recliner on the beach. n.o.body would disturb her here.

She did not have to worry about the nightmare returning.

Lying on her face was an ancient text that she had bought from the black market at a high price.

The text recorded many legends about demons.

In the half-year, she had been studying the relations.h.i.+p between religions and demons.

It was not for her faith, but to erase the nightmare planted in her.

Suddenly, Kelly was awakened by a call.

“h.e.l.lo,” Kelly said in a lazy tone.

“Kelly, you've been resting for half a year. Isn't that enough? Come back and help me.”

It was her former boss, the head of a killer organization.

He was the person who had brought her into the profession.

“I've quit,” Kelly said lightly.

Killers were actually more or less similar to mercenaries.

The difference was that killers would normally act alone, whereas mercenaries would focus on collaborative tactics.

Of course, whether it was the killers or the mercenaries, they would not be killed after quitting, unlike in movies.

n.o.body would want to kill a resigned killer, because it was too risky.

Just like in many movies, anyone who attempted so might be killed instead.

In addition, even if a killer were to quit, it was likely for him or her to return to the profession. After all, many killers only knew how to kill.

After they spent all their money, they would have no choice but to return to the organization.

And continue the high-paying job.

“If you have nothing else, I'm hanging up.”

“No, wait. I have a super easy mission. It's really easy, and pays really high.”

“An easy mission that pays high? Even if there's really such a mission, you would have taken it. Even if you don't, what about the rest?”

“I'm in Africa now and have a very important mission in hand. Our profession is truly in decline! A third of our people became mercenaries. They think that our organization 'doesn't have the human touch.' F**k! Why does a killer need the human touch?”

Kelly rolled her eyes. Did you call me just to complain?

“Stop wasting time. Be direct.”

“Fine, let's continue.”

“The target is an ordinary man. Three million.”

“Killing a super-rich guy only pays a few million, and now you're saying three million for a normal person? No, you're taking commission. The client is offering five million!”

“It's true, at least from the information I have, except there's something special.”

“What?”

“Not long ago, two mercenary teams, about dozens of people, attacked his house but they disappeared.”

“What do you mean?”

“I heard about it from a mercenary. I'm not sure what exactly happened.”

“Bad answer. Does that ordinary man have an armed force?”

“Dunno. On the surface, he's only an illegal doctor. He's earning a decent income, but he's not involved in any gangs or the underworld.”

“So in summary, you want me to kill a person who has just vaporized two mercenary teams? Do you think I'm mad? Or do you think I'm G.o.d?”

Kelly finally got it. It was not that her boss was busy or that all the killers had quit.

n.o.body was willing to accept the mission!

“You're a killer. You just have a shoot him from the dark.”

“Who and where is the person?”