Assassinate Chen Zhao

Tengo was uneasy. The beautiful woman beside him gave off the scent of expensive perfume. The seat beneath him was made of outrageously pricey premium leather. By all rights, this was the kind of car a poor fisherman like him could never afford to ride in, not in a lifetime.

"Where are you taking me?" Tengo asked.

"My brother died the day before yesterday," the woman said. "He was my only brother."

Tengo turned to look at her. She wore cool sunglasses, but he could see tears blurring the insides of the lenses.

"Because of the protest?" Tengo asked.

"Yes." The woman nodded. "A bullet tore through his lung. He had emphysema, and his health was already poor, so he didn't make it."

Tengo glanced around the luxurious interior again and suddenly understood. "Revenge?"

"I'm a woman. I don't have the ability to kill anyone. But I have money—a great deal of money." The woman kept pressing down on the accelerator, and the sedan raced like a sports car. Before he knew it, they had left the city. "You're the fifth person I've found. If you're willing to go, you'll be Number Five. Before you leave for China, I'll transfer five hundred thousand dollars into your account. U.S. dollars. If you don't want to go, I'll let you off at the intersection ahead. There's ten thousand U.S. dollars in the compartment in front of you. Take it."

The car continued onward. Tengo remained silent as it sped through the intersection.

Tengo kept clutching the urn, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

"Good." The woman nodded.

"Who are we killing?" Tengo asked.

"Chen Zhao, of course," the woman said. "The people who opened fire weren't police officers. There were others involved. The police guns were loaded with blanks; the