YM778.TV Chapter 175 Adjus
"So, you were going to tell me about my next target," I prompted.
"Armando Francis," he said as if it was explanation enough. I motioned to him to continue. "After Luke\'s sudden \'demise,\'" he scoffed, "there was a void in the arms market. Francis had been around for some time but wasn\'t as infamous as Luke. Because of high demand, his sales went up and the void in the supply was filled. He\'s a pretty big name, now."
"These criminals never stop, do they? Nothing scares them." I shook my head in distaste. Jacob seemed disinterested by my monologue. "So, he has made a few enemies already?" It would be extremely unfortunate if he couldn\'t manage to retain a good attitude in front of people and made enemies so close to going global.
"No enemies, just an evil brother." I quirked a brow at him. He chuckled, shrugging. "Not my fault that people have some bad blood, you know?"
"What\'s their story?"
"Armando\'s elder brother doesn\'t like the spotlight being on his younger sibling, and he\'s greedy," his tone seemed bored. It was not an uncommon story.
"How difficult will it be to kill him? Will it present any challenge?"
"Knowing you, probably not, but you are allowed to have your fun." He knew how much I craved some action. He knew that I would stir up some trouble if I didn\'t get my dose of excitement soon enough. He let me free to take some control and play with the target.
"You\'re a darling, fiancé of mine," I kissed his cheek and then skipped out of the room.
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"What do you have on Francis?" I ask Daisy as I see her locking the door to the bathroom behind her.
"A minute to compose myself would be nice," she mumbled as she towelled her hair dry. She shot me a withering look when I tried to rush her. I waved her off and let her get dressed.
I had yet to move out of Daisy\'s apartment. It was in a secure spot and no one could contact me without my permission. Also, I kind of liked living with someone; Daisy also stocked her fridge and sometimes cooked. She was a better cook than I was, so I didn\'t complain.
"He\'s in town for a week," I heard her say. She plopped down beside me on the couch and hunted for the remote between the cushions. When she finally found it, she switched the television on.
"And where will he be going?"
"That is not my work. Use your superior spying skills and your contacts to find him out. His picture is on your desk." She smiled at me smugly when I gave her a curious look. "You\'re getting lazy. You needed a shove to get back into the move. Have some fun tracking Armando down and then kill him."
"Why does everyone know me so well?" I groaned. "That is not a good thing when you are a hired killer."
"Consider yourself lucky for having a few friends. Without them, you would be rotting in some gutter, naked and covered in filth." With that, she went back to changing the channels.
Indeed, I was lucky to have some friends.
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Getting information on Armando Francis was easier than I had anticipated. The man had no clue that there was a chance that someone could try to kill him. He carried a convoy of guards with him, but none of them looked alert. Either Francis was stupid or his guards were sloppy. There would be no fun in killing the man if there was no resistance.
He preferred blondes and boots.
This one was probably going to be as boring as ever.
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It seemed as though someone had tipped off my target. I was not furious when I saw his security acting like they had work to do. I was excited, to say the least, but I had not been planning on the extensiveness of the searches they would carry out. Five days, I followed the man, watching him from different locations trying to find a weakness in his shield. I watched him go through the motions of his life every day.
His brother was playing a dangerous game. Like a chameleon, he changed his color very often. When he was with Armando, he was kind and brotherly, seeming conscious of his health and constantly warning him. It was then I found out that the brother had been the one to tip Armando off.
Rodriguez Francis was his name. He was as common as any man got. Apart from his greed, he had no fine qualities that would help him take over the business. Though, it seemed like Armando\'s little gang was rather respectful of him. He was a devious bastard who had set an obscene amount of money aside to get his beloved brother killed. I was pretty sure that he was acting sweet so that he could win over the associates as soon as the contract was played out.
I wondered just how cunning the man was.
He was definitely making the game more interesting. Any scene of human depravity gave me great joy, especially when I got to take part in them.
I had put on a nice wig for the occasion. My top looked sexy in a classy way, while my denim was extremely comfortable to move in even though it flattered my figure. I donned on a thick coat and adjusted my gun in the inner pocket. I hid my knife in my left boot and was ready to head out for the kill.