Outside the hotel.
Tourist Becca admired the ancient landmarks of the City of Romance while a van followed her from neither too close nor too far behind.
When she entered an alley, the van accelerated and pulled up beside her. Its door slid open, and two burly men got out.
They grabbed Becca from either side, shoved her into the van, and sped away.
Not far off, someone walked past and saw it happen. He promptly lowered his head and turned around. He was blind; he hadn't seen a thing.
"People are so cold."
Becca saw the scene through the van window and couldn't help complaining.
The two burly men holding her exchanged a glance. Both sensed that something was wrong.
This was absolutely not how a little girl kidnapped while vacationing in a foreign country was supposed to react!
Pfft!
Pfft!
At that moment, they felt a tremendous force strike them. Their arms hurt, their hands loosened, and then their foreheads smashed together. Before they could even cry out in pain, they had already fallen into ultimate darkness.
"Keep driving."
Becca pressed the muzzle of her silenced gun against the back of the driver's head and smiled. "I sold myself. No problem with that, right? Let's keep going. Take me wherever you were supposed to take me."
The driver glanced into the rearview mirror. Seeing that his two companions were dead beyond dead, his eyes hardened.
"Wrong choice."
Becca possessed pseudo-Bullet Time, and after Adam's buffs over the past few years, it had only grown stronger. Before the driver could act on that murderous look, she put a bullet through him.
With a tug, she dragged the burly driver straight from the driver's seat into the back.
At the same time, she swiftly held the steering wheel with her