Chapter 1309
He landed without a sound.
Planting one hand on the floor, he executed a flawless tactical roll, ending in a half-
crouch on the suite’s Persian rug.
The pose was undeniably badass.
Jasper lifted his silver-masked face, the only visible feature being his striking,
slightly tilted eyes.
Mesmerizing and lethal.
He slowly raised his specialized silenced pistol, aiming it steadily at the back of the
girl sitting on the sofa in a white bathrobe.
He mentally gave himself a pat on the back.
A perfect infiltration.
Now it was time for the final, dramatic monologue.
Jasper took a deep breath, lowered his voice into what he believed was an incredibly cold and oppressive tone.
Striking a theatrical pose, he drawled, “Someone paid thirty billion dollars for your life p>
“If you’re going to blame anyone, blame the fact that your life is worth so much p>
Before he could finish the sentence.
The girl on the sofa didn’t even bother to glance over her shoulder.
Her posture didn’t change in the slightest. With a mere flick of her pale wrist.
The half-eaten apple in her hand was tossed backward.
The motion was entirely casual.
Yet that half-apple tore through the air with a vicious shrieking sound.
Carrying a terrifying kinetic force, it hurled straight toward the man’s face!
Jasper’s pupils shrank to pinpricks.
He didn’t even have a fraction of a second to dodge.
The half-apple slammed flawlessly into the center of his silver mask. Bang!
A dull, heavy thud echoed through the room.
The massive impact made Jasper’s vision go black. The force of the blow lifted him completely off his feet, sending him flying backward through the air, gun and all!
He slammed flat against the wall, spread-eagled.
The entire wall seemed to shudder.
And then p>
Slowly.
Ever so slowly.
Inch by inch.
He slid down the wallpaper.
Ending in a spectacularly pathetic heap on the floor.
Serena narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at the figure slumped on the ground. A dangerous curve touched her lips.
She methodically pulled out a wet wipe, cleaning the sticky apple juice from her fingertips.
She stood up slowly and walked over to him.
Julian, Jerrick, and Nicholas rose almost simultaneously, flanking her like bodyguards.
Jerrick’s hand was already hovering over the pistol at his waist, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.
Nicholas’s mesmerizing eyes stared coldly at the man in the corner, a chilling smile on his lips.
Julian pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses His expression remained
mild, but the look behind the lenses was absolutely glacial.
They stared at the uninvited guest with unmistakable, bloodthirsty hostility.
man.
Serena, hands shoved casually into the pockets of her bathrobe, strolled over to the
Looking down at the dazed assassin sprawled on the floor.
She raised an eyebrow. The curve of her red lips grew sharper, dangerous yet deeply amused. Her tone was laced with cool mockery, The Obsidian Dark Web’s top-ranked bounty hunter… C p>
The man on the floor stiffened violently.
That voice p>
He could never forget that voice for as long as he lived p>
How… how could it be her p>
Serena tilted her head, her smile deepening. “Three years ago, in the Gray Zones kicked you into a dumpster and stole your bounty p>
“What, three years later, you’re itching for another beating p>
“Did you voluntarily deliver yourself to my doorstep… just to pad my stats p>