Newbie Job (3)

"Sigh..."

Kyle was seen sighing as he moved through a rather brighter street in a common residence area over this 15th district, with several people just passing by with their families.

'This shitty feeling... Can't believe a simple cheer and appreciation for my job can be so addictive at this age. I feel like I have gone quite soft in just a week...'

Kyle frowned and took another glance at the paper map in his hand. He looked around the place, and after moving around for a few more seconds, he finally found the location.

'This shit is as ordinary as it can be. They're seriously paying 8000 for this job?'

Kyle frowned in a bit of suspicion, but then looked at his own state, and a sigh flashed over his face.

'Well, it's big money but still not so much that it could invite risks I can't take.'

Kyle smiled and placed the paper away, quietly arriving in front of the house and knocking a few times.

"Agh! Fuck! Now who is it!? I already said I will pay the electricity bills in a few days!!!"

Kyle, unlike last time, didn't need to wait even a minute, causing a tantrum as a drunk, unemployed-looking old man opened the door for him.

"What?! What do you need?!"

He immediately started to behave rudely the moment he saw Kyle. Kyle frowned and took a peek inside the house. Quite literally, the place smelled like hell, with so many shattered alcohol bottles lying around everywhere and a chaotic arrangement of things everywhere.

More than anything, Kyle noticed a pair of kids hugging each other while weeping in the corner of the room, with a few marks of sticks on their limbs.

"Hey?! Answer my damn question!?"

Kyle was suddenly grabbed by his collar by this man, but Kyle was just chill. As his gaze fell on that broken stick in the hands of that man, his pupils became colder, and he immediately grabbed that face and closed the doors of the house from inside.

"Guess you need extra service!!!"

Kyle coldly commented and dragged him directly to the bathroom at the corner, immediately smashing his face inside the toilet and flushing it immediately as he pulled out the metal bath equipment from the place.

"Grit your teeth, fucker!!!"

Kyle said that as he closed the doors. The bathroom was still quite big with a shower, bathtub, and toilet always in the same place. Hence, it was a good place for Kyle to check his skills after a week of recovery. More than an hour later, he closed off the door again, leaving that bloody mess all alone as he wiped off the blood marks from his face.

"Shitty childhood trauma..."

Kyle muttered with shivers in his pupils. As he looked at the pair of innocent eyes looking at him, he somehow managed to gather up the courage to smile back as he immediately assumed a bright persona and replied.

"Don't worry, kids. Uncle gave heaven's punishment on God's behalf! Go to church and say 'Death Angel' sent you. Church sisters will take care of you!"

As Kyle said that, the kids' eyes suddenly brightened up. The next second, Kyle covered them up in white clothes, hiding their wounds as the kids ran away from the house.

"... Fuck."

As they left, Kyle's light persona also vanished as he started to search drawers and shelves all over the house with a deep frown, feeling shivers with each moment as old memories flashed in his mind. Finally, he found that 'vase' he had been searching for under a glass cover.

"I really hate this job..."

Kyle released a deep sigh as he looked around the room and finally took a suitcase big enough to cover this porcelain vase, quietly leaving the house without inviting any more commotion this time because all screams had drowned into water the whole time.

He left the place quietly, and at the current moment, it already felt like late afternoon. After about an hour since Kyle left, several people were seen entering that house dressed in suits and black glasses like professionals.

"What the hell!? Someone came here!"

"Search for that 'thing'! We have to confirm its presence!"

"Was it some local thief?!"

"Get on to the next floor!!"

They all seemed panicked, and finally, the one who seemed like the head of the bunch with a scar over his forehead arrived on the other floor, finding the vase glass shattered and the vase missing.

"Someone took it!"

The moment he saw the situation, he immediately cussed and looked over the messages in his hand.

"It can't be that drunk bastard! We had agreed on a deal of 10 million for this. He agreed, but now both him and the kids are missing. The fuck happened here? Robbery? Attack? Betrayal..."

The man was confused, flinching continuously until suddenly he heard a scream from his subordinate on the ground floor.

"Sir! Look at this! Someone attacked this place!"

He immediately flashed at superhuman speed and, jumping through all the stairs, arrived at the place. As he opened the bathroom, even he was left stunned by this gruesome scene.

"That Fucker is dead..."

His subordinate reported after checking the nerves of the corpse of that drunk bastard with his face stuck inside the toilet, water continuously coming out. The whole bathroom was painted with blood and bones.

"Some fucker properly stole 'that'... Report fast, we are in deep shit..."

They were immediately panicked, releasing their hostility towards the culprit. Meanwhile, unaware of the grand web trap he had fallen into, Kyle sneezed as he moved through the taxi.

*Achoo!*

'I wasn't supposed to kill him, but anger took the best of me. Ah man, I just hope Kia is still positive about me. Her favor really matters a lot in this business...'

Kyle sighed briefly as he placed all the worries aside, taking in the view from the window of the car.

"Fuck it..."

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