The First Step in Hijacking a Cruise Liner

In the clean, brightly lit office, the Sergeant was reading some mission reports.

Blackstone Security had firmly established itself in the private military contracting industry, with employees spread across the country and abroad.

After every military operation, the person in charge among the operatives had to write a report explaining what had happened during the mission.

If there was anything requiring their judgment—such as deciding that a threat existed and opening fire to eliminate it in advance—they had to explain why they had made that judgment and what their reasons were.

In short, it was an incredibly dull job. Every day, he faced reports like these, watching lives disappear after leaving behind a few lines of description in one report after another, as if life were a joke. Life was neither precious nor heavy.

It was not even as heavy as a sheet of paper! The office door opened, and a blond girl poked her head in. She made a gesture indicating a phone call.

"Sergeant, your phone..."

The Sergeant sitting in the office was wearing the formal attire he disliked most. Everyone at Blackstone Security's headquarters dressed this way.

They were not on the front lines. They did not need heavy bulletproof vests, nor did they need to draw their guns and shoot people at any moment. All they had to do was make a cup of coffee and quietly wait for the day to pass.

He had not been used to this kind of life at first, but once he truly grew accustomed to it, it was nothing special. More importantly, he was about to become a father.

He had more time to spend at home. Somehow, they had gotten lucky, and now he and his wife were eagerly anticipating the birth of their new life.

He had