174 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 12 (1/2)

Lynn's Planning room. 1900 Hours.

”The money has been transferred. Good night,” that was the last conversation I got from Echo right after that kidnapping.

I got 20k from that operation alone while the other two got 15k each. The child had been returned to his parents safely.

The air from the air conditioner was cold. The computer screen was glaring in front of my eyes. A photo was in the monitor of that computer. Sissy's uncle. Her uncle was the mayor of the old city. Basically, Sissy's family was a great example of nepotism on the government itself.

My plan for her uncle was simple. I would kill him with my own hands tonight. This was the simplest plan, I didn't need any disguise nor any planning. Her uncle would never see this coming at him and neither Sissy.

His uncle scandal was espionage. He was under the impression that he sent multiple documents about this country's weapon development to the Russian Federation. It was a document about joint military training that would commence in three weeks between the US military and our country military.

It would be good as hell if I took this opportunity to assassinate him while posing as a black operator from another country. I would use another weaponry on this mission since I had to make sure that I killed him undetected.

I had bought the weapon with my money. It was another Russian weaponry since I couldn't use US weaponry on this one since it was a black operation. Logically speaking, if a US operator did a black operation, they wouldn't use their own country weaponry. I had prepared my weapon. It was located in the weapon storage near the desk.

I opened the weapon container and picked up that short-barrelled carbine on my hand. It was the AS Val. Chambered in a 9x39mm bullet, this gun was designed to be a subsonic armor-piercing gun. The users of this gun mainly came from the Spetsnaz.

I picked up the gun with my hands. The shining black metal and the polymer frame of that gun was outstandingly gorgeous. It was just very well made considering that it was a Russian gun.

'Tonight will be a good night,' I looked at my gun and put it in my back. I walked out of my planning room, into my garage. There was a motorbike that I bought, I would use it to the target's house.

***

Stanley George's House. 2200 Hours.

There was a big house. It had two floors and a very large yard. The grass was growing across the whole yard. The moonlight fell to my body. I had been waiting for hours until the opportunity for me to strike came.

”Lima is going dark.” I flipped my NVG and started gaining entry to the house. My entry point was a gate that was located on the southside of the house. The gate itself is connected to the backyard of that house.

Inside that house, I saw a potential threat. It was a dog who was sleeping in his cage. I grabbed my As Val and shot it in the head. The gun only made a quiet click and the dog immediately went to the world of death.

The backyard of that house was as huge as my house. It was filled with many flowers and many garden decorations like gnome and some rocky stones. The entrance to the house was a brown wooden door. The door was fifty meters away from my position.