Léon: The Professional

An Yang had quite a few impressions left of Léon: The Professional.

The protagonist Leon was a lone, top-tier assassin facing endless solitude due to a once-tragic past, keeping company with only a potted plant. Although he had killed countless people, he possessed his own code as an assassin: never to kill women and children. Oh right, he also liked to drink milk.

The heroine Mathilda was a rebellious little loli whose terrible family environment made her crave maturity. Her only relative was her younger brother, yet the slaughter of her entire family burdened her fierce personality with a deep blood feud.

One was in ultimate solitude, the other was spurned by others; two people longing to be loved came together.

As for the main villain, he was a narcotics officer—neurotic, artistic, frantic, and merciless, fulfilling all the traits of a villain. I believe many viewers who had watched this movie could realize that his abilities were equally superb.

The prelude mission was really simple, at least this mission was. There were no overly complicated relationships, and he could kill wantonly before leaving this world.

An Yang pondered for a moment, and he thought of two methods.

One was to prevent Leon and Stans from conflicting, and the other was to use the M200 sniper rifle to snipe the main villain Stans from afar right before the very last moment.

The little loli had a stubborn and strong-willed personality, so persuading her to give up revenge definitely wouldn't work. Besides, he had no idea where Mathilda and Leon lived, nor did he know the current progress of the main plot.

The main villain Stans was easy to find; he was an officer in the New York Department of Justice. However, this man was naturally cautious. Although he was right in his office within the Federal Building, it would be difficult to complete a snipe in one go with An Yang's half-baked abilities, and if he messed up, he would only startle the snake.

He remembered that after Stans slaughtered Mathilda's entire family, he went out three times in total. Once was to cooperate with the Federal Bureau of Investigation to conduct questioning at Mathilda's home, the second time was to take people to find Tony, and the last time was to mobilize the SWAT team to besiege Leon and Mathilda. In addition, he had to commute to and from work every day.

He had to kill Leon.

An Yang picked up his phone, and the pitch-black screen instantly lit up, a line of data surfacing upon it.

Chosen One: An Yang

Physical Fitness:

Stamina: 1

Strength: 1

Speed: 1

Brainpower: 1

Unallocated Fitness Points: 0

Mastered Skills:

Mastery of Combat (Junior)

Firearms Mastery (Junior)

English Mastery (Junior)

Unallocated Skill Points: 0

"I really am a novice."

An Yang gave a wry smile, put away his phone, and walked out onto the street.

The next day, on the roof of a tall building where the morning sun slanted down, a figure slowly walked out and dropped a heavy case onto the ground. With a single snap, he opened it to reveal a yellow sniper rifle inside.

Pulling back the buttstock, inserting the bolt, installing the barrel, and inserting the magazine—by the time the entire sniper rifle took shape, it had already reached a length of 135 centimeters.

Through the sniper scope, he could clearly see a building ahead flying the American flag, and even the English on the sign at the front entrance was completely clear to see.

Department of Justice

He began staking out Leon.

A police car wailed to a stop at the entrance of the Federal Building, and a man wearing a grey suit got out, walking briskly into the building.

"Stans!"

An Yang instantly grew interested. The crosshairs of the sniper scope kept locked onto Stans's back, but the man kept walking in a fast stride with people constantly passing by all around, leaving An Yang without a shred of certainty.

Almost simultaneously, a yellow taxi stopped at the entrance of the Federal Building, and a young girl wearing white clothes, floral shorts, and a short fringe that concealed her face got out, sneakingly hiding behind a wall to peer.

This scene was so familiar that he instantly understood the progress of the plot.

In the blink of an eye, Stans walked into the Federal Building. An Yang put away the sniper rifle and quickly walked downstairs.

Following the little loli who was going home, An Yang found the apartment rented by Leon and her.

Over the next month, An Yang suffered the most agonizing event of his life. Squatting every day on the roof of a building to stake out a vigilant, top-tier assassin, with his nerves constantly taut and exercising extreme caution—both the monotony and the boredom were unbearable for an ordinary person living in a peaceful world.

The assassin Leon and the little loli Mathilda often acted together. Whenever they returned to their apartment, they would pull the curtains shut; Leon's vigilance was truly strong to the extreme.

An Yang was like God, grasping the direction of fate. While knowing the general plot trajectory, he still watched all developments from the perspective of a bystander and attempted to intervene to change the destinies of certain people.

Finally, he saw the scene of Mathilda sitting on the stone steps pondering life. What happened next went according to the plot: Mathilda left a note for Leon and prepared to go exact revenge alone.

As for An Yang, he had long since arrived at the rooftop opposite the Federal Building to stake out.

Through the scope, he could see that the little loli Mathilda was disguised as a food delivery person, acting suspiciously at the newspaper stand in front of the Federal Building.

A black police car stopped at the entrance of the Federal Building, and the little loli hastily turned her head, looking somewhat nervous.

Stans got out of the car and walked briskly toward the entrance. Just as he reached the door, he turned back and instructed something to the people inside the police car. At this moment, there was no one at the entrance of the Federal Building, making it simply a prime snipe opportunity.

The plot grew increasingly familiar. An Yang had anticipated everything long ago, placing the crosshairs at the entrance of the Federal Building and waiting for Stans's arrival. With his index finger resting on the trigger, he pulled it fiercely.

"Thwip!"

An Yang's heart trembled. This was his first time firing a gun, and he had even aimed at a living person.

The bullet could still maintain supersonic speed two thousand meters away, and the M200 sniper rifle—which claimed an error of no more than 1 MOA at this distance—hardly produced any error at a range of several hundred meters.

A flower of blood burst open on Stans's chest, and he instantly tumbled down, his entire chest practically shattered.

The little loli was dumbfounded, frozen right in place. She subconsciously looked toward the opposite rooftop, wanting to know who on earth had fired the shot, daring to snipe a police officer right outside the Department of Justice in broad daylight!

An Yang was still somewhat apprehensive. Enduring his pounding heart, he aimed at Stans's back on the ground and pulled the trigger once more.

"Thwip!"

The silencer exhaled a faint flame. This shot didn't hit Stans's back; instead, it struck Stans's head.

"Bang."

Stans's entire skull burst open like a watermelon struck by a heavy hammer, whites and reds scattering all over the ground. An Yang immediately closed his eyes, pulled his head away from the scope, and forcefully suppressed the urge to vomit.

Harsh police sirens wailed from below. His assassination proficiency was truly too poor; to snipe from this position meant that once discovered, he basically wouldn't be able to escape!

Yet he never thought of escaping.

The wail of the sirens grew closer and closer. Enduring his churning stomach, An Yang took the sniper rifle apart piece by piece and packed it into the case, then picked up his phone and looked at it. A line of text rapidly flashed past, accompanied by a cold voice:

Mission successful, obtained mission reward: item ability *1, skill point *3, physical fitness point *3. The Chosen One can return to the real world at any time.

"I roughly know about physical fitness points and skill points, but what does item ability mean?"

"Item ability is one of the abilities left behind by the system, possessing various functions. The Chosen One randomly acquires a certain item ability, which can be repeated and accumulated."

"Oh... so it's equivalent to an item card, right?"

"Yes."

An Yang grinned and pondered for a moment, then said, "Then can skill points only be used to improve existing skills?"

"No. You can expend one skill point to randomly draw a new skill, or you can expend three skill points to select a designated skill."

"That's good then. Let's draw an item ability first, and then use a skill point to draw a new skill and try it out."

"Drawing... Drawing ended. Obtained item ability: Portable Space, usable at any time. Obtained skill: Instrument Mastery (Junior). Establishing transmission..."

Countless knowledge surged into An Yang's mind, giving him a splitting headache. Fortunately, it was only an Instrument Mastery, so he didn't pass out. The pain lasted for half a minute, and after recovering from it, his head still felt very bloated.

"Instrument Mastery, what use do I have for this thing?"

An Yang gave a wry smile, instantly not daring to draw skills anymore. After all, points were limited and couldn't withstand such waste.

"Use Portable Space."

The moment his voice fell, he instantly felt that an extra dimensional space had appeared around him. It was cubic in shape, with a length, width, and height of one meter each—meaning a size of one cubic meter—which he could manipulate at any time.

With a thought, the heavy sniper rifle case in his hand had already vanished. Looking again, this case nearly a meter in length was resting steadily inside the space.

"This ability is quite convenient, much better than some Instrument Mastery."

Throwing everything on his person into the Portable Space, including the green card and US dollars, and leaving only a handgun gripped in his hand, An Yang only then realized that he had actually just killed a person, his heart instantly filled with all sorts of entanglements.

"Woe~"

The shrill police sirens were already right downstairs. An Yang lowered his head to look down, only to see the figure of the little loli Mathilda hiding behind a tree and peering out, and she happened to see him as well.

An Yang cracked a grin, though his complexion was somewhat pale, and picked up his phone.

"Return."

A flash of light later, and he had already vanished from the rooftop.