Three-Minute Clear, Cross's Commission

Mrs. Smith's expression changed. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. Your husband isn't dead yet... Don't make that face. Missing doesn't mean dead. I have a special source of intelligence. Go back and look for him. Come find me again once you've talked it over." Xiao Miao gleefully spoiled the plot.

Mrs. Smith's expression kept changing.

If her husband really wasn't dead, then what she had just done...

Everything she had experienced after her husband's death replayed in her mind. With Xiao Miao's reminder, Mrs. Smith gradually noticed details she had overlooked before. In the end, she quietly thanked him, put on her boots, and hurried away.

Xiao Miao left the private room a little later. He flipped through the menu for a while longer but found no suitable jobs, so he decided to try his luck with John Wick.

If he remembered correctly, the events of John Wick 2 weren't far removed from those of the first movie. Maybe he could take the commission in John's place.

The impact of assassinating a High Table member would definitely be far greater than eliminating the organization Mr. & Mrs. Smith worked for.

Unfortunately, the wings of his little butterfly had ultimately affected the plot. John's life was peaceful, his newly bought dog was obedient, and no one came with a blood oath to force him back into the game.

Three days later, the reconciled Mr. & Mrs. Smith found Xiao Miao in the lobby of the Continental Hotel and once again requested a commission.

One million dollars and four gold coins to deal with the pursuers sent by both organizations—the main armed forces of the two assassin organizations. As for the remaining administrative personnel, the couple planned to settle accounts with them slowly on their own.

Xiao Miao had originally intended to wait and see whether a more suitable job would appear. Then three newcomers who had just entered the business approached on their own initiative, saying they were willing to take the job—and for less than Xiao Miao's price.

Xiao Miao: ー`′ー

Damn it, he had run into some cutthroat competition dogs!

As they spoke, the three men even raised their brows at Xiao Miao, their expressions carrying provocation and hostility. Though they were rookie assassins, they showed no fear of Xiao Miao's reputation.

Xiao Miao felt that the three were Travelers of All Heavens, but he had no proof. For the moment, he buried the suspicion and accepted Mr. & Mrs. Smith's commission.

Jobs involving wiping out an entire organization were rare. The couple's commission counted as a big one, enough to qualify as his second commission.

Mr. & Mrs. Smith had no intention of changing contractors, either. Compared to three unknown rookie assassins with smug faces, they trusted Xiao Miao more.

Although Xiao Miao was also a newcomer, he had already proven himself with solid achievements.

The three were clearly furious, but they did not dare kill anyone inside the Continental Hotel and could only leave in frustration.

Mr. & Mrs. Smith's commission wasn't difficult. Both organizations were determined to eliminate the couple, and large numbers of people were on standby throughout New York. The couple exposed themselves as bait and lured the organizations' assassins to a shopping mall.

Xiao Miao hid inside the mall, using the towering, complex shelves to conceal himself. Like an experienced hunter, he quietly waited for his prey to take the bait.

"With terrain like this, it would be great if I had a Jackie Chan Character Card."

Vrooom~~~ Vrooom~~~

The roar of engines drew closer. A sedan smashed through the entrance and sped into the mall, followed closely by dozens of motorcycles.

Mr. & Mrs. Smith and the assassins from both organizations had arrived!

Xiao Miao used the same trick again, raising two M240Bs and unleashing a furious barrage. The metal storm instantly tore through every obstacle, and the motorcycle-riding assassins fell in droves.

After his Physical Constitution rose from 8 to 9, Xiao Miao's strength, stamina, and other physical attributes had improved across the board. Handling the M240Bs became easier, leaving him with more stamina and strength to adjust his firing arcs and maneuver tactically.

The most obvious result was that Xiao Miao slaughtered people even faster.

He darted back and forth through the mall like a ghost. The assassins couldn't lock onto his position at all and could only infer his movements from the trajectories of his bullets, to no avail.

Three minutes!

From the moment the assassins charged into the mall to the moment the last one fell at the entrance, less than three short minutes passed, and dozens of fully armed assassins had all been wiped out.

Xiao Miao had brought the killing efficiency of modern firearms to its fullest extent!

Mr. & Mrs. Smith hid in a corner, staring blankly throughout the entire scene.

They had witnessed a completely one-sided massacre with their own eyes, and the implications behind it made their hearts pound.

Times had changed. Combat power was becoming more and more absurd. If more monsters like Xiao Miao appeared, would ordinary assassins like them really have any room left to compete?

Maybe they should just retire, go home, and make a few kids for fun.

The couple exchanged a glance and shook their heads at the same time. The commission fee had emptied their pockets. If they didn't want to fall below the execution threshold, they still had to keep working.

Clearing the map in three minutes—the terrifying efficiency made the couple click their tongues repeatedly. When Xiao Miao approached with his guns in hand, they immediately took out their phones to confirm the commission's completion, afraid that if the big shot got unhappy, he might casually gun them down too.

One week later, New York Continental Hotel.

Xiao Miao sat idly on a sofa with a notebook in his hands, checking the system panel while he was at it.

[World Mission: Complete Assassin Commissions 2/5]

[Current Title: Renowned]

[Current Accumulated Fate Points: 1621]

A waiter walked up to Xiao Miao, his voice trembling slightly. "Sir, another commission has been specifically requested for you."

After two bloody massacres, the title Butcher had spread through the dark web. Xiao Miao's reputation had completely taken off, and the number of commissions specifically requesting him had surged as well.

Xiao Miao took the custom menu, glanced over it twice, then handed it back to the waiter. "Not taking it. Boring commission."

The waiter accepted the menu and hurried away, as if Xiao Miao were some ravenous beast waiting to devour people.

"What are you afraid of? Do I look like some terrorist who kills people at random?"

Xiao Miao was deeply dissatisfied with the waiter's attitude and felt the man had misunderstood him far too much.

He was obviously a good man who purged evil and punished wickedness. If he had lived in the ancient times of some Eastern superpower, he could at least have earned the title of great hero.

"In some people's eyes, you're no different from a terrorist."

A deep voice rang out. Xiao Miao looked toward it and saw a man in a motorcycle helmet walking toward him.

Leather jacket, gray pants, and even a mask beneath the motorcycle helmet. Clearly, the man did not want anyone else to discover his identity.

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But the Fate Dice floating above his head were very honest.

[Plot Character: Cross Gibson]

[Current Bond: Level 1]

[Draw Cost: 100 Fate Points]

Cross was both his name and his codename in the Brotherhood. His Chinese name was: Cross!

Xiao Miao calmly closed the sex notebook in his hands and stared directly into Cross's eyes. "Wrapped up so tightly, you don't look like an assassin from the Continental Hotel."

"Hehehe. I have a commission here. It's very challenging. I wonder if you dare take it."

Cross's voice was low, completely unlike what Xiao Miao remembered. He pulled a photograph from his jacket and placed it in front of Xiao Miao.

The man in the photograph wore a well-tailored suit and had his slicked-back hair combed to a shine. He looked completely harmless, more like a stockbroker working on Wall Street.

Xiao Miao knew the man's true identity.

Mr. X, one of the Brotherhood's ace assassins.

Judging by his combat performance in the movie, the strength and speed he could unleash at his limit far surpassed Xiao Miao's current state.

Xiao Miao picked up the photograph, looked at it twice, then set it back down. "Just killing him? Forget it. Find someone else for this job."

It wasn't that Xiao Miao feared Mr. X. The man's burst state was indeed terrifying, but it couldn't last.

If they truly clashed head-on, Xiao Miao was absolutely confident he could kill him.

He rejected the commission simply because it lacked influence. A commission to kill only one person was just too low-grade. Mr. X wasn't the President of the United States.

Mr. X's death would only be the beginning. Wiping out the entire Brotherhood was the commission Xiao Miao really wanted. He believed Cross would come back for him.

"The number of targets isn't the key. This man is different from the others. He's strong—very strong. If we're only talking marksmanship, you're probably no match for him." Cross still refused to give up, trying to provoke Xiao Miao into accepting the commission.

In Cross's eyes, although the Continental Hotel had many assassins, they were merely a bunch of useless trash. Only Xiao Miao and the few newcomers who had recently risen to prominence were worth his attention, because only they possessed the bloodline talent to become top-tier assassins!

Against Mr. X, no matter how many ordinary assassins went, they would only be throwing their lives away. Only Xiao Miao and the others could contend with him, creating an opportunity for Cross to deliver a fatal blow.

Xiao Miao rejected him again. Cross was about to continue persuading him when three men suddenly walked over from the other side of the hotel lobby. The leader picked up Mr. X's photograph and said, "We'll take this job. We like challenging work."

"That's right. We're not like someone who only bullies the weak and fears the strong."

"Coward."

The three spoke one after another, perfectly coordinated in their sarcastic mockery.

Xiao Miao smiled. The way he looked at them was like he was looking at corpses. "You're pretty brave. Then I wish you all make it back alive."

Mr. X was not so easy to kill.