The Useless Trash

B-13, set up your pace. B-12, you're lagging behind.

She stood on a large pavement and gave orders as she watched the battle below. Her eyes narrowed when an enemy's soldier sped through her defense line and she grabbed her gun. In a split second, her finger was fixed on the trigger but a bullet suddenly rang out in her direction making her lose balance as she dodged.

Her black hair flew sideways complementing her sharp eyes as she quickly rose despite being in pains and targeted the empty space. Normal people would never be able to notice but as an assassin, she was quite observant. Soon enough, a woman walked out beaming sardonically.

"Han Qing?"

"Shocked?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You have to die. I've been planning this for long, after all"

"What?"

"You just have to die. Your body is utterly weak anyway." Han Qing sneered and her eyes suddenly shone as she realising something.

"It was you. You filthy backstabbing bitch"

"Yeah. I poisoned you"

"Why? Why did you do it?"

"What use is it if you know? Most people would have died from the Mandrake Poison after two days but you still lived for four weeks. Why are you too adamant? Why can't you just go and die?"

"What!! You....."

"I don't like been second. You know that. I have to always be the best but you keep snatching everything. So you have to die"

"Bastard*

"See you in hell"

Her eyes dimmed in shock as Han Qing pulled out a revolver. She knew this gun. It was a blast gun specially designed by her as a present for Han Qing's first mission success. Who knew she she'd be the one been shot by it? The sound of metal hitting her flesh and the blast that came afterwards was the last thing she heard as she blew up.