Chapter CP

A twelve-year-old is truly at the tender age of a blooming flower. Even on this chaotic sea, a normal twelve-year-old should be in their parents' embrace, enjoying their leisurely childhood.

But naturally, where there are normal ones, there are also abnormal ones.

Louis was one of these abnormal individuals.

At only twelve years old, Louis had accomplished something extraordinary. In two months, with just a little subtle guidance, two organizations that held power in the city had been annihilated. Two immensely powerful underground figures now lay still on the ground, their souls returned to the embrace of the gods.

Feeling a slight sense of accomplishment, Louis's footsteps became lighter. He whistled a tune as he returned home to pack his belongings. He threw anything that could reveal his identity into the fireplace and burned it all to ashes. Shouldering his backpack, Louis walked into his usual restaurant under the cover of night.

"Yo, Little Brother Louis, the old rule today?"

"En, the usual."

He hadn't been in this city for long, but because of the delicious food, he often ate here and had become quite familiar with the owner.

Louis ate his last meal here with great seriousness. The streets outside had already descended into chaos. The owner closed his doors, and Black Suits moved back and forth through the streets and alleys. The slaughter was soon unavoidable. Two headless beasts, driven by their survival instincts, were now displaying their final ferocity in the city.

Revenge! Unrestrained revenge!

Take down the trash who killed the leaders!

That's what everyone in both organizations thought.

"Thanks for the meal."

Louis smiled, wiped his mouth, said goodbye to the owner, and turned to leave the restaurant. The once lively street was now as quiet as a morgue. A few scattered thugs lay on the street, blood flowing from their bodies.

Shaking his head slightly, Louis turned and slipped into a small alley. With a light sprint, he leaped off the wall and landed on the rooftop. Then, like a great bird, he hopped from rooftop to rooftop. Before long, he had left the city.

"Hey! Louis! You're too slow! I thought you were dead!"

Not far west of the city was the beach. Under the cover of night, a Large ship lay quietly by the shore, its lights off, looking like a giant lurking behind the curtain of the sky. Before Louis even got close to the ship, a loud voice boomed across the heavens and reached his ears.

Louis didn't reply. His pace, which had only been a light jog, suddenly accelerated. He sprinted like a cheetah. Even in the darkness, the complex rocky environment by the sea couldn't hinder his progress. He was as agile as a cat, quickly reaching the bottom of the ship. With a leap, he stepped on the ship's hull a few times and easily landed on the deck.

"I didn't expect that idiot Dylan would get back before me,"

Louis squatted on the ship's railing and tossed the bag slung over his shoulder towards the other person. "Did you desert?"

"Hey! Who are you calling a deserter! Dylan the Great completed his mission flawlessly! Much faster than you!"

He caught Louis's bag and casually slung it over his own shoulder. A brat of fifteen or sixteen, taller than Louis, with a sturdier build, handsome features, broad shoulders, and a strong waist, he yelled arrogantly, "On the contrary, you, hey, Louis, how was it being someone's lackey for two months? I heard many important people have very strange fetishes, hehe."

His gaze towards Louis was extremely lewd. It had to be said, although Louis was only twelve and still very immature, his handsome appearance was already very apparent. He might just be to certain people's taste.

"I never thought you were this kind of person."

Louis jumped onto the deck and turned his head towards the other side. "Brother Wade, can I hit him?"

"Be my guest."

A man sat on the opposite ship's railing. He was about seventeen or eighteen, with golden hair that shone like crushed gold. The dim moonlight cast a soft glow on it. He was handsome, his looks no less striking than Louis'. His build was tall and agile, and a brilliant smile played on his lips. "To be honest, Dylan is really annoying. Help me beat him up too."

"Hey! Brother Wade!"

The young boy, Dylan, said angrily, "Why are you like this too!"

"Hahahaha, alright, alright. Louis, how did the mission go?"

Wade smiled and walked up to Louis, asking.

"It's done. Otto is dead, and I took care of the other gang leader too. The city is in chaos now."

Louis replied.

"Very good,"

Wade nodded. "In that case, the minister was assassinated by Dylan, the general was dealt with by me, and Otto died by your hand. This rebellion is stillborn. Our mission is complete."

"Hahahaha, so,"

Dylan grinned foolishly, "our graduation training is finished, right? We can go back."

"En."

Louis nodded, also feeling a slight sense of relief.

"Now, we're officially joining..."

He said, "CP."

Louis was certainly not a mobster. He, Dylan, and Wade were trainees under the South Sea Training Camp, affiliated with the World Government's intelligence organization known as CP. Not long ago, their year-long training had concluded, and they were dispatched on a mission. Upon its completion, they would be qualified to officially join the CP series.

The mission assigned to the three of them was to resolve a rebellion in a certain South Sea country. The king of this country had discovered in horror that he had lost his authority within his own nation, as some force had thoroughly infiltrated it. He reported this to the government, and because it was an affiliated nation, the mission was assigned to the CP series.

Among all the graduates' missions, this was considered one of the most difficult. The three core figures involved in the rebellion were all formidable opponents. Even the weakest, the minister, was a powerful figure who controlled the country's political scene, with never fewer than twenty bodyguards. The true mastermind, the general who controlled the country's military, was a pirate with a bounty of nearly one hundred million before he changed his name and infiltrated the country, possessing astonishing strength.

Louis's target was Otto, one of the two mafia bosses in the country's most important port city. As a mafia godfather whose business spanned the entire nation, Otto was the most significant financial source for this rebellion alliance. Furthermore, both his individual strength and his subordinate forces were not to be underestimated, a fact Louis only truly realized after getting close to him.

Fortunately, the mission was still completed. Even the alliance, which held immense power in this country, met its end under the calculated schemes of the trio.

Now, they could officially become members of the CP series, becoming official agents under the World Government.

Thinking of this, Louis sighed slightly. He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. After all, he knew quite a bit about CP, being a transmigrator.