199 Li Xian
Hearing this, Prescott's anger surged, but he had to suppress it.
"Why?" He asked tersely, cautious not to let too much frustration creep into his words.
"Our protocol forbids sharing sensitive information with anyone outside our jurisdiction. In your case, sir, you would need at least an S-Rank membership for clearance to access this information," the operator replied, adhering to the protocol.
Prescott fell silent, pondering what the operator had just revealed. The fact that the assassins who attacked the Astral Tech building had disappeared without a trace was deeply troubling. It was as though they had vanished into thin air, unnoticed by the outside world, despite their high-profile attack that even involved a car crashing through the building's shuttered gate.
Yet, somehow, all of this had been shrouded in obscurity, evading the public's awareness. If he hadn't been the one who hired the assassins, he might not have known about it at all. Prescott couldn't help but wonder about the extent of Daniel's power. How could he manipulate events to such a degree that even the most blatant acts went unnoticed by the world?
Prescott couldn't fathom it. He recalled his own efforts to cover up a fatal accident caused by his son, a situation that had spiraled out of control in the media despite his substantial resources and influence. Ultimately, he had sent his son to the USA to avoid legal consequences, waiting for the statute of limitations to expire.
In his thoughts, Prescott couldn't help but marvel at Daniel Emberweave's power. Yet, regardless of Daniel's abilities, Prescott remained resolute in his goal: eliminating Supreme General Sullivan. He believed that once that was accomplished, he could use his influence to pass laws that would prevent Daniel from entering the electricity provider market.
Prescott inquired, "About the guarantee kill policy. Is it still valid?"
"Please wait a moment, sir. Let me check," the operator replied, placing the call on standby. A calming tune played over the line, but for Prescott, it was more annoying than soothing.
Minutes dragged on like hours, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, the operator returned.
"Apologies for keeping you waiting, sir. Your case is rather unique, and I needed guidance from higher-ups," she explained before continuing. "According to our regulations, using our services to target someone above your membership rank is strictly forbidden, sir. Since Mr. Daniel Emberweave is a target beyond your membership rank, standard procedure dictates that we terminate your membership. However, as this situation arose due to the decision of the assassin who accepted the job, without any indication or misgivings regarding targeting Mr. Emberweave, the Syndicate Union's executive board has decided to uphold the guarantee kill policy, sir."
Prescott's relief was palpable. "That's great. What do I need to do now?"
"We will send you a list of the top ten assassins within membership Rank B and below who are available in the next month for your consideration, and..." the operator began, but Prescott interrupted.
"No need to send me the list. Just select the highest-ranked assassin available. I believe that will suffice," Prescott declared confidently.
He understood that there was a reason why the top assassin held their position, and he knew that those working within the membership Rank B had formidable skills. He was confident that the Supreme General wouldn't escape this time.
"Are you sure, sir?" the operator asked.
"Absolutely. Please proceed as I've instructed," Prescott confirmed.
The operator then proceeded to ask Prescott additional questions regarding the job's details and for his confirmation before ending the call.
— 2 Days Later —
Li Xian, the world's foremost assassin, had just landed at Tessia Kingdom International Airport. He carried with him the weight of a staggering 98% success rate, a living testament to his lethal prowess that sent shudders through the hearts of both his intended victims and his rivals.
Physically, he bore the indelible marks of his deadly profession – a lean, athletic physique, each muscle finely tuned to perfection. Li Xian wore his Qing Empire heritage as a badge of honor, a fact evident in his attire. Typically, he donned traditional Qing garments, consisting of a Qing shirt and pants, not only to pay homage to his roots but also to establish a distinctive identity within the shadowy world of assassins.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the airport, Li Xian moved with the fluid grace and precision of a seasoned predator. His keen eyes scanned the surroundings, methodically assessing every detail. His mission: the elimination of Supreme General Nicholas Sullivan, a contract commissioned by the Syndicate Union. Li Xian was resolute in his determination to uphold his impeccable track record of success.
Once outside the airport, Li Xian hailed a taxi, directing it toward the Tessia Royal Capital City – the very place where his target resided and where his mission would begin in earnest.
— Evening —
As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Tessia Royal Capital City, the noble district was bathed in a warm, amber glow. This opulent neighborhood was the epitome of luxury and exclusivity, where high-ranking officials and the elite of society resided in sprawling estates that exuded grandeur.
The large estates were adorned with meticulously maintained gardens, complete with vibrant blossoms and perfectly sculpted topiaries. Majestic fountains stood as centerpieces, their cascading waters providing a soothing soundtrack to the evening's tranquility. The cobblestone streets, illuminated by ornate lamp posts, added a touch of old-world charm to the district.
Li Xian, the world-renowned assassin, moved with the stealth and grace of a shadow through these hallowed streets. His keen eyes observed the comings and goings of the nobility, silently gathering information like a spider weaving its web. His objective: to learn the routine and vulnerabilities of Supreme General Nicholas Sullivan, the target of his impending mission.
It was during this time that Li Xian discovered a crucial piece of information. After returning from his private business at Sector Alpha City, Supreme General Sullivan indulged in light jogging during the dusky hours. His health had been deteriorating, and the advice of his physician had led him to adopt this evening ritual. Li Xian had overheard the General conversing with his fellow joggers, revealing this routine detail.
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