It’s Scary When Things Work Out

Exiting amidst the cries of several girls, I found myself once again in an open space where many people were sitting.

The screams caught their attention due to the high likelihood of me being discovered. Thinking quickly, I also started shouting and running.

"Aaaaaah!"

Although I didn't play the role convincingly, the place was still dimly lit. The important thing was to scream loudly and run.

With these thoughts in mind, I ran as fast as I could, soon reaching the stairs.

At the same time, several people were also running up the stairs. Seeing them, I briefly froze, then pointed towards the fourth room and yelled, "Murder! Someone has been killed there!"

It seemed they didn't even doubt my words, quickly running in a crowd towards the room.

Observing this, I swiftly headed downstairs. Realizing there was no one around for now, I quickly removed the waiter's clothes with a quick motion. However, it took me a few seconds to deal with my hair.

Finally, breathing a sigh of relief, I glanced at the crowd rushing towards the door. The music was still playing loudly. After a moment's thought, I turned and headed towards the door where I left the man.

Taking out the key and opening it, I saw that he still hadn't recovered. Pointing the gun at his head and pulling the trigger, a deafening blast followed.

As I rushed out of the room, I blended in with the crowd and began to exit through the door. It seemed my luck was quite high as I managed to leave the club successfully and without obstacles.

Passing by a few people, I released my grip on my head and headed towards the place where I left another gun.

I wasn't out of breath, but my heart was pounding horribly. This caused a slight dizziness as well.

Barely holding it together, I finally reached into a small storage compartment and pulled out a pocket knife, starting to walk along the road.

After a while, I hailed a taxi, leaned back in the rear seat, and let out a relieved sigh. All of this had really taken a toll on my nerves, as I didn't know what that compensation was on the website.

But finally, completing the mission, I felt some relief. Apart from the slight feeling of crisis for not being able to catch the third scumbag among those guys, there was nothing else.

The heavy problem in the form of missions was solved, and now, excluding the third scumbag, I could live calmly.

But I shouldn't postpone training and acquiring skills. Who knows when he will come to me again? There's also a chance that I can find him and eliminate him if I can acquire the necessary skills.

Calming my heartbeat and mood through deep breathing, I subconsciously turned my head and kept an eye on whether anyone was following me from the corner of my eye.

Fortunately, there was no one.

After half an hour, I got out of the taxi. From this moment on, I had to walk since it would be risky to approach the house directly at such a time.

It seems this was based on counterintelligence skills.

Feeling a sense of relief, I remembered that when I left the club, there was a notification about acquiring a new skill.

Looking around, I felt a slight dizziness. I opened the newly acquired skill.

As I glanced at it, I clicked my tongue and quickly closed it back. But trying to recall, I didn't feel anything unusual at the time. Perhaps it's because I already have a good grasp of weapons and counterintelligence, which gives me certain stealth skills?

Pondering on this, I walked through several narrow alleyways and finally reached our house across the street.

Looking up, I could see the glowing lights in the apartments. Our apartment was on the other side, so I couldn't tell if my sister was home or not.

Crossing the road, I started to climb. But then, feeling hungry and remembering that there was nothing to eat at home, I had to turn back and descend.

It was already quite dark outside, so the streetlights were off. As soon as I wanted to step out of the building, I saw two people under the lampposts.

I stopped and began to observe them, as one of them was clearly Isabella.

In front of her stood a boy who appeared older than my sister. At first glance, there was nothing unusual about him; he looked innocent enough. However, upon closer observation, I noticed something resembling a drawing near his neck under his shirt.

Could it be that the other side is a bad person? That thought crossed my mind when I saw the tip of the tattoo. Subconsciously, my hand reached for the weapon's handle under my clothing.

But after thinking it over, I calmed myself down and walked towards them.

Approaching closer, I gradually started to hear what they were talking about.

"Come on, Isabella. We won't be alone; John and Maria will be there too. Come on, you work so much, you need to relax a bit. Your sister can take care of herself."

Listening to his words, I raised an eyebrow. Then, stopping not far from them, I pondered and wanted to hear my sister's response.

"...I don't know..."

She didn't refuse the invitation but didn't accept it either.

It seemed that the relationship between the two sisters was worse than I had assessed by considering only Eleanor's perspective.

Well, there's nothing I can do about it, as she clearly hasn't lived a normal life. She had to work and study at the same time. That's why she could be indecisive in such moments, which is not surprising.

The determination to give her a better life grew stronger within me.

Taking a step forward, I spoke up.

"Isabella, it's getting late. Let's go home."

I stood beside her and looked at the boy in front of me. He was taller than me, with a typical appearance and the same innocent look.

"Hey! Who are you..."

He spoke, but ignoring him, I looked at my sister. At that moment, she also looked at me.

"Eleanor, I'll come later..."

"Eleanor? You're her sister?"

Paying attention to Isabella's words, the boy suddenly looked surprised, then glanced at me. Observational skills played their role, and I noticed a hint of lust in his eyes when he looked at me.

"Yes? Is there a problem?"

"Well... Yes, there is. Don't you understand how much she's suffering?"

For some reason, there was a slight joy in his eyes, after which he started speaking. But instead of answering him, I continued to watch him.

"Why aren't you speaking? Aren't you ashamed of it?"

As he presented himself as righteous, I rolled my eyes and grabbed Isabella's hand, urging to leave.

"Let's go, Isabella, it's getting late."

"Wait, hold on, I don't want to go yet... I'll come later... let go!"

While I pulled, she resisted, and then her voice grew louder as she forcefully pulled her hand away.

Break free, she looked at me with a displeased look.

Was it possible that I shouldn't have done that? Doubting the correctness of my actions, her voice reached my ears.

"You can go, I'll come later."

Seeing that she insisted, I glanced at the boy before turning to leave.

Throughout all this time, the boy remained silent, but joy started to appear in his eyes.

Entering the building, I stood in the darkness and watched the two of them. After a few seconds of silence, it seemed like they began talking again. I don't know what Isabella said, but the boy's face brightened up at that moment.

But thinking about their previous words, it was probably related to the trip with them.

For some reason, I had a headache. Shortly after I managed to solve my own problems, well, partially. Another issue appeared before us: protecting my sister.

Looking at the boy, I had some suspicions. He didn't inspire any trust in me, although he looked quite innocent.

Finally, after five minutes, they finished their conversation and even hugged.

Watching him walk away and her heading towards the building, I waited and then followed.

"Hey... Eleanor, were you here all this time?"

At first, she was surprised, but then irritably replied, "Go upstairs, I'll come when I buy something to eat."

To my words, she just snorted and entered the building. And after making sure she started going upstairs, I looked in the direction the boy went and ran.

Turning the corner, he walked leisurely, typing something on his phone with a smirking face. When I wanted to corner him to teach him a lesson, his phone rang.

"Oh, hey, Hem, yeah... yeah... yeah, I've already prepared everything. Same time and place, ah... too bad, if I had known earlier, maybe we would have had two beautiful sisters. Hehe, but never mind, maybe there will be another chance... yeah... yeah, got it!"

Laughing and talking, he ended the call and continued on his way.

Judging by his conversation, he was definitely not innocent. Following him for about five minutes and crossing a few streets, there were fewer people around, and after observing, I found the perfect spot.

Quickening my pace just as he passed by a dark alley, I swiftly hit him in the side with my fist, causing him to clutch that spot with his hands and groan.

Looking around, no one paid attention. Lifting my leg swiftly, I landed a kick on his face.

With each groan and splatter of blood from his nose, I grabbed him by the collar with both hands and dragged him into the dark alley.

Then a series of kicks and punches rained down on his body until he lost consciousness.

Checking his pockets, I also took a few bills and his phone. Opening the phone, unfortunately, it was locked. After thinking, I activated airplane mode and hid it completely.

Looking towards the brightly lit alley, I took a deep breath and shouted with the heaviest voice possible, "Help!"

After that, I quickly ran in the opposite direction of the alley. Hiding behind a corner, I waited, and within a few seconds, someone came running.

It seems the idea worked.

Exiting from the other side, I headed home, taking the groceries with me along the way.