Karry took a deep breath as he prepared himself.
He knew that killing a murderer would benefit the world, yet his heart refused to calm down. He had never taken a life before—not even once.
Arnold and Sasha stood nearby, already prepared, waiting for nightfall.
"Are you nervous, Karry?" Arnold asked.
"Yes," Karry replied honestly.
"That's normal," Arnold said. "Everyone is nervous… except Sasha. Her first kill was her uncle."
Sasha's gaze turned sharp.
"Don't talk about it like it's a joke."
Arnold paused. "Sorry, Sasha. My mistake."
He looked back at Karry.
"We don't have time. Let's roll."
Under the cover of darkness, Karry, Arnold, and Sasha reached a narrow alley near a large mansion.
What they saw made Karry clench his fists.
Guards and gang members were loading victims into a truck. Most of them were girls—silent, terrified, powerless.
Arnold spoke in a low, controlled voice.
"They must not know we're here. Not even the victims."
Karry focused, listening carefully.
"First, we eliminate the guards, Harry, and the gang inside the mansion," Arnold continued.
"Then we deal with the guards near the truck. After that, we act as guards ourselves and escort the victims to safety."
He looked at both of them.
"No mistakes. No holes."
Karry nodded. "No holes. We proceed."
"No problem," Sasha said calmly.
Arnold's eyes hardened. "Let's go."
Inside the mansion, Harry Patson sat on a golden chair, watching multiple hidden camera feeds.
A twisted smile appeared on his face.
"So… my prey has arrived," he muttered.
He leaned back, amused.
"Make this entertaining for me, intruders."
He turned to a guard.
"Deal with them in five minutes. After that, bring the girl to me."
"Yes, sir," the guard replied.
The screens continued to flicker in the darkness.
The first mission had begun.
[End of Chapter 5 – Part 1]