After paying a deposit of 5,000 credit points, Ivette and Caters completed the commission transaction and arranged to meet the client, a female reporter, at the bar tomorrow afternoon to discuss the details of the operation.
Unlike the demonic middlemen of rumor who always devoured people down to the bone, Caters seemed to retain some unextinguished humanity. He had been hinting that if Ivette could not handle it, she should forget it—losing some deposit money was better than losing her life.
Clearly, in his eyes, Miss Nameless in front of him was just as crazy as the female reporter who had commissioned this job involving a serial killer.
Ivette naturally understood what he meant. Only because she now had Black Eyes as her trump card would she consider such a high-risk commission. If this had been when she first entered the dream, even if she had become a mercenary, she would not have considered it.
After leaving the bar, Ivette rented an apartment in Bayard District through an intermediary platform and looked up information on the Werewolf Killer.
This was a super-criminal who had committed another murder just last month. Since his first attack half a year ago, he had killed at least eight people, including a powerful Rune Compiler. Because witnesses had seen him switch between a giant wolf and a human, he had been named the "Werewolf Killer."
According to information released by the police, the source of the Werewolf Killer's abilities was unknown. None of the existing major corporations had announced similar technology, and even if they had, it would certainly have been strictly regulated military technology, unlikely to enter civilian hands.
Combined with the Werewolf Killer's indiscriminate, patternless murders, many people guessed that his origins might lie with some mad scientist. That was common in urban