PDLP Chapter 880 Born Devil
Chapter 880 Born Devil
The woman had a long breakdown and didn't stop.
Her performance made the surrounding killer organization members feel very disappointed.
"How could such an emotional person be a killer? I think the Pope just wants to torture her."
"So what should we do now? Should we assign her tasks? Or should we just..."
"Let's follow the adults' orders."
"understood."
At this time, in the operating room, a doctor wearing a mask said to the woman: "Are you still in pain?"
"It hurts! Please let me go! How much money do you want? Call my family! They will give it to you!" the woman said hopefully.
She still doesn't know what happened, she still thinks she was kidnapped and the kidnappers wanted to get money from her.
"..." The doctor was speechless. This was the first time he had seen someone who couldn't get a word in. They had said several times before that their purpose was to train new members. But this woman was like a deaf person, not understanding at all.
If it weren't for the Pope's request, he would have killed this guy long ago.
"I'll say it again, and for the last time. Our goal is to get you to kill someone! As long as you complete the mission, you'll be our new member. At that time, we can even give you a bonus. Do you understand?"
The doctor spoke slowly, word by word. He held an anesthetic in his hand, which could greatly alleviate the woman's pain. But the prerequisite was that the woman had to be sensible!
"..." The woman became quiet at this time, but soon she said: "I have 10 yuan in my card now. As long as you let me go, they will all be yours!"
"Alas..." The doctor silently took back the anesthetic, then turned and left.
“Ah~ It hurts~ It hurts…”
Without the anesthetic, the woman's wound became more and more painful, and she burst into tears in pain.
"Boss, that guy is adamant! I think we should not recruit such a fool!" the doctor complained.
"It's okay, just torture her for a few more days. There happens to be a task suitable for her at hand. Guys like this can be used as disposable bombs." The boss of the killer organization took a puff of his cigarette and said.
"What about that child? Do we really have to train him from a young age? He's stupid, too. It feels like the gains don't outweigh the losses."
"Let's train him! We're not afraid of having one more mouth to feed anyway."
Then, the eldest brother took out a photo and began to examine it. The photo showed a young man with pale skin sitting in a wheelchair. He looked sickly and looked like he could be blown down by a gust of wind.
This young man is their next target of assassination.
It was for this reason that the organization transported the woman from the city where the Pope was located to the capital.
"What an interesting commission. Do you want to eliminate the evil thoughts that have come to the world?" The boss touched his chin and showed an interested look.
This assassination commission was initiated by an exorcist.
According to the master's description, the boy was possessed by an evil spirit, but he had no way to deal with it because it was intelligent and could not be driven out by traditional exorcism methods.
So in order to prevent evil thoughts from harming people, the exorcist can only take some unusual ways. He chooses to kill the possessed person directly!
Although the profit this time was not too great, the assassin boss still decided to come and see for himself. After all, he was also very curious about what it was like to be possessed by evil thoughts and still act rationally.
The woman lay on the hospital bed, the pain tormenting her and making her mentally unstable.
Her emotions gradually disintegrated, and the pressure of survival forced her brain to start working. She finally regained some rationality.
Some broken images flashed through her mind, including the image of her son being covered with his mouth and pulled into the car.
"Son..." She moaned weakly. Only then did she realize that she might not be the only one kidnapped.
Her tears flowed again, this time not because of pain, but because of worry for her son.
"Where is my son..." the woman asked around.
"He's doing well now. We plan to focus on training him." A voice came from the camera nearby.
"Don't hurt him, I'm willing to do anything! Don't you want me to kill someone? Who do you want to kill? How do you want to kill him... I'll listen to you, just don't hurt my son..." the woman said weakly.
"Ha~ We're finally able to communicate? That's great! Couldn't you have done this earlier? Why did you have to make such a fuss?"
After the loudspeaker finished speaking, the door of the operating room was opened again. The doctor came in and gave the woman an injection of anesthesia.
The woman suddenly felt no pain and she regained some spirit.
"This person is your assassination target. You must remember him." The doctor placed a photo in front of the woman.
The woman stared at the photo and nodded woodenly.
"The assassination should be done sooner rather than later. Tomorrow morning, your target will be attending a hotel opening ceremony. He's not an important person, so there won't be much security around. He's also disabled and has little resistance, so you can assassinate him calmly then."
"We will give you special assassination equipment. It's a pen filled with deadly poison. You just stick the pen in his neck. It's very simple."
"After the assassination is completed, leave quickly and we will send someone to pick you up."
The doctor began to describe the entire assassination process.
"What if I didn't kill him?" the woman asked fearfully.
"You will have three chances. If you fail this time, we will arrange other targets for you to assassinate. If you fail all three chances, then you will be of no value. So I hope you can succeed the first time!" said the doctor.
"I...I understand..." The woman shed tears again.
"Well, you'd better get some rest. You can't eat anything all day, or it will be hard to go to the bathroom. We'll have something nice to eat tomorrow morning. Go to sleep..."
After the doctor finished speaking, he left quickly.
At this time, the woman felt sleepy and closed her eyes and fell asleep.
In her dream, she saw many strange things floating in the sky, as if looking for something.
The next morning, the woman woke up again and was awakened by an extremely strong fragrance.
She was very hungry at this time, and without thinking too much, she forced herself to get up and start eating.
The wound still hurt a lot, but when she finished the delicious breakfast in front of her, she felt that there seemed to be some hope in her desperate life.
There was no one in the clinic anymore, and the bomb in her body made a sound.
"Go to the security room, your equipment is there..."
The woman got up and went to the security room...
When she came out of the small clinic, she looked like a lady.
The clothes left in the security room were all branded. After she put them on and put on some makeup, she looked a lot more noble.
“Ugh… it hurts…”
She staggered to the side of the road, then took a taxi to her destination.
The hotel's opening ceremony hadn't started yet, so the woman was a bit early. The ceremony wouldn't begin until an hour later.
The woman held her belly and sat silently on the edge of the flower bed.
Some people had gathered around, many of them were hotel staff, and some were security guards and the like.
The woman looked at the security guards with an uneasy expression. Her stomach was aching badly, and she thought that even if she succeeded in assassinating her target, she wouldn't be able to run fast.
After thinking for a while, the woman got up and went to a nearby convenience store to buy a bottle of liquor and a lighter.
The members of the killer organization who were silently observing her actions from a distance were also a little surprised when they saw this scene.
"She actually thought of causing chaos. I thought someone as stupid as her would just act recklessly!"
"Haha... Actually, you're not very smart." The killer boss shook his head silently.
The woman returned to the scene again and began to drink the liquor.
The expressions of the people observing were somewhat ambiguous. They had thought that the woman was planning to use the strong liquor to set fire and disrupt the situation during the assassination! So she was just doing it for the drink?
"It must be because the wound is too painful. I don't think she has any hope of completing the mission. Drinking will make things worse."
As time went on, more and more people gathered at the scene. But the woman continued to sit by the flowerbed, drinking. When a nearby waiter approached to inquire, she dismissed them all. A security guard stayed by her side to prevent any accidents.
At this time, she had already drunk one third of the 250 ml of liquor.
Her eyes were slightly dazed and she looked a little tipsy.
But at this moment, she discovered her target of assassination.
It was a young boy sitting in a wheelchair, with a smile on his face, looking around like a sparrow.
As he was looking around, his eyes met the woman's.
The woman's eyes were complicated, but there was no murderous intent in them.
The young man turned around and said to the old man beside him, "There's a woman looking at me! I don't like her looking at me!"
The old man was talking to someone and was very upset when he was interrupted. So he signaled the bodyguard next to him to push the boy away.
The bodyguard didn't waste any time and pushed the boy to the edge of the field. He then stood aside and watched him.
At this time, the boy began to look for the woman who was looking at him in the crowd.
Not long after, he saw the woman staggering towards him, followed by a security guard.
The young man frowned. He instinctively felt uncomfortable, but he didn't know where the source of this discomfort came from.
Not long after, the woman came to the boy.
She looked the boy up and down, and there was a strong smell of alcohol on him.
"Ma'am, is there anything I can help you with?" asked the bodyguard behind the young man.
"I...I want to have a drink with him, is that okay?" the woman asked.
"That won't do. He's in poor health. And he's a minor and can't drink." The bodyguard refused directly.
A hint of disappointment flashed in the woman's eyes. Was she forced to kill him? But then, she would definitely not be able to escape.
"Have a drink? Drink? I've wanted to try it for a long time!" The boy suddenly became excited.
Hearing the young man's words, the woman was stunned for a moment. It really is true that there is always a way out!
The bodyguard behind the boy frowned when he saw this. While he was thinking, the woman had already handed the half bottle of wine in her hand to the boy.
The boy stretched out his hand, but couldn't hold the bottle. The woman leaned over to the boy and began to pour him wine.
"It must be painful to be like this?" the woman asked.
The boy took a sip of the wine, and then the bottle was taken away by the bodyguard.
"Cough cough cough! It's so spicy! This thing doesn't taste good either! Why do I see everyone drinking it!" The boy said with an ugly expression.
At this moment, the woman silently took out the pen filled with poison. Her hands began to tremble.
She was only one step away from success. All she had to do was inject the poison into the boy's body. Then she could leave. Even if he passed out, it would be misinterpreted as drunk or allergic to alcohol. She had enough time to escape...