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Chapter 39

Many hours after the plane crash, cops, journalists, and higher-ups surrounded the crash location and began taking pictures.

The experts reported that there were unrecognizable ashes and burned human remains, maybe even two bodies.

The government announced that the plane was intended for a wealthy young man who had ordered it for himself. They even presented proof of him withdrawing a large sum of money from the bank.

Unfortunately for the young man, a prisoner with a death sentence had taken over the plane. Fate had other plans. The government hid a few details, as usual, such as why the pilot had hailed China before crashing to the ground.

The government representative simply stated that the pilot was a communist, and no further questions were answered.

-x-X-x-

Meanwhile, in Kyoto, Sam appeared in a vast mountain forest. The giant fox was right in front of him, lying on her stomach.

Bamboo trees surrounded the landscape.

"Man, this place is nice for a vacation," he said, hands on his hips. "So, this is where you live."

"Don't even think of throwing trash," replied the fox.

Sam ran up a tree and jumped high. Surely, it was a beautiful city with stunning landscapes. There was even a lake. He then landed on the ground.

He reached into his pocket, and his heart almost sank. He closed his eyes, as if about to cry.

"Human, is there anything wrong?"

"I forgot my wallet."

"That's not so bad."

"In the plane," Sam teared up. "It had almost three times my salary's worth."

"You're weird," the fox said. "You're not sad over 20 years of your life, but you are sad over three months' worth of work."

"You're right," Sam stretched his arms. "Anyway, thanks for your help. I'll be heading to the city now."

"You are going home."

"No," Sam said. "And please, if any other agent summons you, don't say a word about me."

"Why is that?"

"Someone is trying to assassinate me," Sam said. "But I don't know who exactly."

It could be the government. Although they paid him handsomely and promoted him, and even though it didn't make sense for them to kill him, he didn't rule it out.

There was another thing that made him doubt the first option. It was the fact that the pilot hailed China.

Yet for a Chinese, his Japanese was very good.

It could have been a mobster family seeking revenge on him.

Makima? Nah. She could crush him easily.

If he continued to be suspicious of everything, he would end up blaming the Illuminati.

The best course of action was to pretend to be dead and wait to see what might happen.

"Why are you heading to the city?" she said.

"I'm going to visit a bar," Sam replied.

"At this time? It's morning."

"I know. Anyway, thanks for your help." Sam waved his hand as he jumped off the tree.

-x-X-x-

Meanwhile, at his house, Power was looking at the fridge, trying to decide what to eat.

Sam, the idiotic house husband, after neglecting his house duties, had left her a sum of money and gone on vacation to China.

She could tell that he had some business to attend to, but it seemed that he didn't trust her enough to tell her. What a clueless human! He was so oblivious to think that she didn't know he had tricked her with that contract. Power had fought enough devils and fiends to see through that. But in the end, she decided to play along. The last thing she wanted was to move somewhere else because she couldn't be seen as obedient. But that was useless now since she had to take care of herself.

"I will hire a maid!" Power said to herself. "Or I'll grab some new human and force them to do the work."

She then turned on the new TV, scrolling through channels. Then, a picture of Sam appeared with a fire in the background.

'He must have caused that,' she thought as she increased the volume. Then she heard it.

"And for the latest news. A young man, Sam Lee, fell victim to an escaped communist inmate... Sam Lee worked as a devil hunter with an excellent record. Yet his career was short-lived."

"Sam? A victim?" Power tilted her head. "Do they even know him?"

These news reports were annoying. Sam had a point when he used to say that the media were a bunch of liars driven by propaganda.

She took her phone. There weren't many contacts anyway. Most of them were for food deliveries and job-related.

She called Himeno, the irritating woman who usually came and took her space.

"Hey! Himeno," Power spoke immediately. "What's that nonsense on TV about Sam dying in an accident?"

With a heavy, yet calm voice full of desperation, Himeno replied. "Unfortunately, it's true. We're having a memorial funeral for him tomorrow."

Himeno hung up the call.

"No way!" Power shook her head as her mouth quivered. It's not like she cared about a human's death, but Sam's... it meant that he wouldn't be around anymore.

Her face remained calm, yet the feeling seemed worse than when Meowy had almost died that time. No. That time, there was hope for her cat to return. But Sam was gone, forever. No more sex. No more food or clean clothes. It felt lonelier than before.

"And the last thing I did to him was destroy the TV." She let out a very long sigh.

-x-X-x-

Meanwhile, Makima was at the crash site. The smell of burning filled the air.

But Sam's scent was nowhere near. If they had shown her his face, she wouldn't recognize him. But she would never miss his scent. She walked around, and there were a few hints of his smell in the air.

"It's like he vanished into thin air," Makima muttered. "Where is he?"

-x-X-x-

The bars, a place to gather the broken pieces of hearts at night. But in the morning, it was a place of business. Mercenaries, thieves, and underworld brokers gathered at this time.

Sam could tell this was the bar by the smell of illegal substances.

Currently, he had changed his appearance. He needed to remain unrecognizable until he found the one who had tried to eliminate him.

He had stolen some clothes and used white hair color wax. He was wearing all black clothes and pants, a long black jacket, and his hair was tied back. The sword he carried gave him the appearance of a mercenary.

Sam remembered what he had thought when he scammed the Japanese Government. 'Not wanting to end up running from child support like Vergil. Yet now, I've ended up dressing like him.' He started laughing, but no one paid him any attention. It seemed that they regarded him as just another crazy person.

'Well, that's in the past. Now, I need to blend into this new society and use its resources to start my investigation. God, please, don't let Power burn my house. Amen.'