Richard stared at the nearly naked corpse of the old white man before him, sighing and rubbing his forehead in distress.
"Damn it, all my counterparts across countless worlds are a bunch of oddballs!"
He sighed, and his crimson Spirituality surged out of his body, engulfing Richard Mike's fading Spirituality completely.
" Richard Mike... a retired agent from Damocles Service Company..."
"An assassin is an assassin, but a Matt agent too... This assassin organization is really something else!"
"Rush order... blonde bunny girl... sniper..."
"Well, I've fallen for her honey trap..."
Richard looked disdainfully at the old white man's shorts, which were halfway down to his buttocks, and grumbled, "That sniper has some twisted sense of humor; he didn't even let you have a hot meal before he died..."
"But this world is quite interesting~"
In the fragments of memory he extracted from the devoured Spirituality, he saw a familiar face.
Katherine Winnie ~
She is Lagertha, the Viking queen in the epic historical drama series " Vikings," a valiant and captivating shield-wielding woman who wields a shield in one hand and a sword in the other.
However, in this world, she is called Vivian and is a senior executive at Damocles Service Company.
Richard flicked out a spark, which landed on Richard Mike, and instantly exploded in scorching flames.
He casually opened a Portal and walked in without looking back.
A church in New York.
A farewell funeral is being held inside the church.
The deceased's relatives and friends, dressed in black, listened devoutly with their eyes closed.
The white-bearded godfather, his hand resting on the thick Bible, recited fluently. "Yes, even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me..."
Just then, a very loud cell phone ringtone suddenly sounded.
The shrill sound of the bell echoed through the empty church hall, startling the old priest so much that he forgot the next line of the poem.
The deceased's relatives and friends turned around unhappily, looking in the direction from which the bell rang.
A woman in a bright red dress stood up, took a phone, stepped off the bench, and turned to walk out of the church.
From behind, she has a fantastic figure, and her well-fitting dress perfectly showcases her graceful curves.
" Duncan, you finally picked up that damn phone!"
" Vivian, now is not our agreed-upon time to contact each other..."
"Forget about that damn appointment time! Duncan, we have to see him!" the woman said anxiously.
"5 PM, Fifth Avenue, Catherine Restaurant."
" Duncan, you... fuck!"
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, the woman became so angry that she started cursing.
She gripped her phone tightly, stomped out of the church in her high heels, and stormed off.
Fifth Avenue, Catherine Restaurant.
The woman in the red dress glanced at the time, a hint of impatience flashing across her face. She anxiously removed her thin silk gloves and leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed.
At that moment, a figure silently appeared behind her.
" Vivian..."
The sudden sound startled Vivian, causing her delicate body to tremble and a moment of panic to appear on her exquisite face.
"Fuck you, Duncan, couldn't you have come sooner?!"
She Master the voice, lightly touched her chest, and muttered a curse.
The man called Duncan took off his hat, walked to the opposite side of her, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
We agreed to meet at 5 PM.
Vivian rolled her eyes. "As a gentleman, you should have arrived a few minutes earlier."
Duncan, with his graying hair and beard, looked at her indifferently, without saying a word.
"Okay... you've never been a gentleman..."
Vivian grumbled, put down her right leg, which was covered in black stockings, and picked up the red wine that had been aerated, with her right hand, which had red nail polish, as if to pour it.
Duncan reached out and moved his glass away, saying, "I've given up drinking."
Vivian was stunned, staring at the man in front of her in disbelief. "Give up alcohol?!"
She put down the bottle, slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and leaned over Duncan, staring at him. "Are you kidding me? If you could quit drinking, God would show himself today and tell me that she's a girl!!!"
Duncan glanced at the large, rounded breasts exposed at her neckline, his eyes calm and unwavering, as if he were a natural stone man.
"The doctor advised me to quit smoking and drinking, and I have always followed the doctor's advice."
"Heh..." Vivian turned her head away and chuckled, stretching as she sat back down. "Looks like you've already prepared for retirement."
Duncan looked at her calmly, waiting for her to state the purpose of her visit.
Vivian let out a frustrated sigh, bent down to pick up a briefcase, took out a document, and handed it to Duncan.
" Mike is dead. This is the fourth death certificate the company has received this year."
"After killing him, the assassin cruelly set his body on fire."
"The boss ordered that they must pay for this in blood!"
Duncan casually flipped through the document, skimming it over, and then tossed it back.
"This has nothing to do with me, Vivian. I'm retiring in just over fifty days."
Vivian pressed down on the document, leaned forward, and stared intently into his eyes, saying, " Blut said you have over fifty days left on your contract... you have to fulfill it!"
Duncan glanced at her, then got up and left.
Vivian bit her lip and muttered under her breath, "Bastard!"
At that moment, a figure flashed by and sat in the seat that Duncan had previously occupied.
"Damn it? Who, me?"
Vivian looked up and saw a young, handsome face that caught her eye.
"Who are you?"
" Richard ~" Richard smiled brightly, "Would you like to have a drink together, Miss Vivian?"
Vivian's eyes swept over the outline of his chest muscles revealed by his tight shirt, and her red lips parted slightly:
Of course~
"But we need to go somewhere else..."