C63 (1/2)

”Mommy, actually, what we eat and play is not important. Xiao Xian only needs Mommy to come back.”

Xiao Xian hugged Mummy tightly. Although she was still young, he could feel Mummy's uneasiness.

”Mommy promises you, Mommy will come back.”

Zi Yan hugged her son, feeling reluctant to part with him. Xiao Xian was only four years old, but he was so sensible that it made her heart ache.

It was she who was not good enough. It was she who had implicated her son.

”Mommy, please wait for the filial piety, Mommy will bring the filial piety to go on a mission together, okay? My grandfather said I had a great time with throwing knives. ”

Xiao Xian raised his head in Zi Yan's arms.

”Son, do you know what Mommy is going to do?”

Zi Yan was astonished, she did not know what Xiao Xian was usually doing, but from his son's words, it seemed like Wakwa was training him.

”Filial piety knows that there are many bad people in this world. Mommy wants to kill those bad people. Only when the bad people die will you be happy.”

As she looked at her son's gaze which was like the A.I. Chip did not understand, Zi Yan's tears began to flow.

All these years she had told herself not to cry.

She told herself that tears meant weakness and that she no longer needed them.

But at this moment, looking at her son's bright black eyes, she cried.

She felt like the most irresponsible mommy in the world.

She even felt that she was not as good as the mother who had mistreated her. She had made her son's innocent world change color.

Although she couldn't let go, Zi Yan still set off.

She had no education, no experience, and it was hard to find a job to raise a son.

Assassins, on the other hand, not only had a high reward, they also had more time to accompany their son.

The mission was very simple. This was the inauguration ceremony for a country's president. Although she had the army and plainclothes, the one she wanted to shoot was not the president, but the vice president.

Zi Yan mixing in with the crowd was a little difficult for her.

For the first time, he was a bit nervous, and it was too ostentatious to use a gun.

After coming here, she had considered using poison and a sword.

It was similar to the armband arrows of ancient times.

Just like how her son said his throwing knives were very powerful, Zi Yan was good at cold weapons.

Perhaps it was because these cold weapons gave her a better sense of security.

For example, modern pistols needed bullets, so they were not completely reliable.

The Vice President was standing to the left of the President, not in a very good position, but he would speak after the President's speech.

She looked at the podium.

Nothing around her was in her world.

No matter how loud it was, all she could hear was a person's heartbeat.

No matter how far, she could only see her target.

Zi Yan stood there for twenty minutes, and when her target appeared at the podium.

Her hand lifted slowly by her hair.

Her eyes were on the heart of the target.

There was no hesitation.

But before she could move, her son's small face flashed in her mind.

Pressing his hand on the mechanism, a poisonous arrow flew out.

For the sake of safety, she chose Consecutive.

He fired three arrows consecutively. The first one was blocked, while the second and the third hit their targets respectively.

Although she had killed an extra person, Zi Yan did not feel much guilt in her heart.

Because in the distance, there was no blood. Zi Yan was also very calm, she didn't tremble like when Gao Jianfeng had killed her.

Amidst the screams of the crowd, Zi Yan calmly left.

She did not need to check to see if her target was dead. That was the greatest poison.

In the past few years of training, she had been playing with poison. As long as she hit the target, she was very confident that no one would be able to escape Hades' summon.

Back to the hotel, check out, to the airport, everything was perfect.

Back in London, Waxillium placed the newspaper in front of her.

”Reiya, you are indeed a natural born hunter. You did it cleanly and neatly. I was not wrong about you.”

Between them, they never used the word 'killer', but rather 'hunter'.

”It's good that you don't have any hope.”

Zi Yan was very cold, she knew that she had embarked on a road of no return.

This murder was even easier. It made her less nervous and uneasy.

It also made her understand the insignificance of life.

”Mommy, I missed you so much.”

After learning of his mother's return, Gao Jianfei led her to Wukua's study.

”Mommy misses you too.”

Zi Yan picked up her son and kissed him.

”Yan'er, congratulations, you are very outstanding.”

Gao Jianfeng also gave Zi Yan a hug. Although this was his first time on a mission, he couldn't help but admit that Zi Yan was an outstanding cat girl.

”Thank you.”

”Mommy, look, this is the throwing knife that grandpa gave me.”

Like a treasure, Xiao Xian took out a small leather bag.

This leather bag was like a small wallet, but when Xiao Xian opened it, the inside was filled with shining throwing knives.

Looking at the edges of the blades, this was not an ordinary throwing knife, but a unique modified throwing knife.

”This one is very suitable for filial piety. Give it to him for self-defense.”

Wakwa said in a camouflaged manner.

”Mommy, let me show you.”

As Xiao Xian spoke, he skillfully took out his throwing knives. Three flying knives flew toward the world-famous painting behind Wakwa.

Zi Yan was dumbstruck as she looked at the flying dagger embedded in the oil painting.

That was Van Gogh's painting, and she had no money to pay for it.

”My filial piety, not bad. In the future, if your mommy sends a mission, maybe you can become a little helper.”

Wakwa smiled, as if he didn't care much about the painting.

What he cared about was the martial arts of filial piety, which he had specially asked a master of Chinese martial arts to teach him.

”Godfather, how much is this painting worth?”

Zi Yan asked with a trembling voice.

”Oh, it's just a painting. It doesn't matter, I'll find someone to repair it. As for the cost, you can pay it in instalments.”

Wakwa laughed happily.

He also had to thank Xiao Xian, this painting gave him a reason to let Ziyan continue her mission.

Although she used to live in the castle, but this time, if she were to take on a mission, it would be equivalent to paying her salary. Zi Yan also proposed to move out of the castle.

No one lived here in the first place.