Chapter 2 Revenge

Irene took a sip of her drink and asked, "Tell me in detail." "The richest man in City A is searching for his granddaughter. She’s said to be in the community where you live. They’re offering fifty million for detailed information." "Not interested." "Come on, Captain! This is easy money for little work. We can’t forget the hard days we’ve been through!" Irene sipped her cold drink and smirked silently. "Nothing to say, I'm hanging up." "Wait! Captain, there's another job. You'll love this one!" The vice-captain shouted obsequiously, "This one's from the dark web. They want the chairman of the Teo Group assassinated! The offer is sixty million, and if we meet their conditions, it goes up to three hundred million!" "Oh? What are the conditions?" "Teo must die five minutes before his bone marrow transplant." "Any idea who the client is?" "The client's very mysterious. Little Black found some data suggesting it's the chairman of the leading new energy company in City A." Irene sat up, smiling with interest, "Alright, I'll take it." The vice-captain immediately sent over the mission details. A blue screen appeared in front of Irene, displaying scrolling white numbers and various images. The leading new energy company in City A, Kashi, has risen to prominence in the past five years. Its founder, Stefan, is very secretive, never appearing in the media. Countless hackers have tried to break into his computer, but to no avail. What’s the relationship between such a person and Teo? And what could she gain from this? Irene looked at Teo's obscene and cruel face, smiling lightly. Teo currently resides in his private hospital, located on his private island within Country C in the Mediterranean. The only way off the island is via the Teo family’s plane. Security measures are thorough, making the mission tough. Conveniently, she enjoys solving difficult problems and has a strong curiosity. "Captain, I'll send our bank account details to the client and book your ticket. Who are you taking with you?" "No one. I'll go alone. Send the account details, and let me know when the money arrives." Irene contentedly took another sip of her drink. According to the information, Teo's bone marrow transplant is scheduled for next month. She wasn't in a hurry; there was plenty of time to finish her painting. Irene stood up and pulled off the large white cloth covering another wall. Underneath was an unfinished painting, rich in color, bursting with intense contrasts and lines. She touched her chin, looking at the empty figure in the center of the painting, and smiled. Only she could be so unconcerned about Stefan’s task. Standing at the forefront of the future industry, Stefan’s words could make or break countless businesses and significantly impact or set back the government’s reputation. He also provided numerous job opportunities, controlling half of Country Q's economy. On the dark web, three pieces of news became hot topics. First, Stefan's whereabouts were sold at a sky-high price. Second, the explosive news that the Scorpion Mercenary Group had taken a job after a year of silence. Third, the mysterious painter was suspected to be in Country Q. This mercenary group didn’t just profit from war; sometimes they took on assassins' jobs, with a 100% completion rate, making them a different kind of Grim Reaper. There were rumors that it was Stefan who commissioned the Scorpion Mercenary Group, with the Scorpion Captain taking the job personally. As for the painter, no one dared to speak her name. Her painting skills were unparalleled, and her paintings bore a magical curse: those who obtained her paintings would become wealthy and have a fulfilled life, but three years later, without exception, they would die a tragic death. The deceased had no connection, and even the police investigated countless times but couldn’t find any evidence to confirm these were murder cases. Everyone called her the Witch. --- The next day. Irene, in a great mood from her daily training, stepped out into the bright sunshine wearing a sleek white top and a gemstone-blue mini skirt, and Martin boots. In the community, most people would avoid Irene from a distance, with only a few brave enough to greet her. "Good morning, Irene!" Irene casually took a coffee handed by a lackey and rode her bike, spotting Emil smoking in the courtyard. Seeing her, Emil hesitated for a moment, then walked over cautiously. "Come to my place at three this afternoon, any problem with that?" Emil shook his head. "My God! Emil is talking to a woman! It's so touching! I always thought my dear little brother was a disgusting gay—" A rude female voice jeered, her malicious smile fading the moment she saw Irene: "Irene... Are you... okay?" Irene glanced at the awkwardly flattering woman and rode away. In the central business district of City A, at the Ardenset Art Store. Various luxury cars clogged the entrance, and men and women in the latest fashion, arm in arm, showcasing their jewelry and expensive watches, gracefully got out of their cars. In this atmosphere, Irene, who came on a bicycle to buy art supplies, stood out. Listening to the discussions around her, Irene finally understood what was going on. It turned out Stefan was visiting this art store, touring an exhibition inside. Somehow, word got out, and people rushed to curry favor, crowding the place. The entrance was packed. Frustrated, the manager directed ordinary customers buying art supplies to use the side door. As Irene approached, a security guard stopped her. "Don't you know we're not serving regular customers today? Go away!" Irene sighed, "I’m here to pick something up. The manager knows." The security guard glared, "You, dressed so shabbily, know our manager? What a joke! Go away! If you don’t leave, I'll hit you!" Irene frowned slightly. Just then, a black business car arrived. The security guard immediately abandoned Irene and fawned over the car: "Hello! Please use the main entrance! What? No, no, the side door is fine too! It’s just not fitting for your status. Okay, okay!" The driver in the luxury car nodded without rolling down the window, and the security guard beamed like a flower. Through the window, a girl in the car seemed to recognize someone and leaned forward, looking. "Miss, should we stop the car?" "No need, keep driving. Grandpa and Mom and Dad have important business." The girl smiled gently. The luxury car brushed past Irene, who wore a faint, ambiguous smile. Who would have thought that someone who once sold a bullet for billions would face such an awkward moment today? Truly, a tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs. Well, if that’s the case, then so be it. Just then, a scream came from the roadside.