In DL, China, a place perfect for retirement and vacations, a stunning woman dressed entirely in black stepped out of a Gaming Pod in a mountain-view villa far from the city. She took a compact phone she had not used in a long time out of a cabinet.
Looking at the incoming number, she frowned deeply. Several times, she nearly declined the call, but in the end, she answered.
"I told you, I'm no longer part of Dark Veil. Stop contacting me," she said coldly as she picked up.
"The higher-ups said that once you complete this final assignment, you'll be allowed to leave the organization. We won't contact you again after that." A low voice came from the other end.
"Really?"
"Yes. The boss said it personally."
"All right. Send me the details." The woman hung up as soon as she finished speaking.
Soon, her phone chimed with a message notification.
She opened it and found a photograph along with a profile.
The target's details made her frown. This person was far too ordinary: twenty-four years old, two years out of college, no accomplishments, and no connections whatsoever. How could someone like him end up on Dark Veil's hit list?
"Whatever. Once I finish this job, I can play the game in peace," she said, sounding rather pleased.
She was Flying Feather, a name that struck terror into countless underground organizations, and the woman recognized throughout the international underworld as its greatest sharpshooter.
Ever since her debut, every shot she fired had drawn blood. No target had ever required a second shot. Because she always wore a mask adorned with two feathers, people had given her the name Flying Feather.
Yet no one knew that beneath the mask was such a breathtakingly beautiful woman.
Wu Shaozhen had spent