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2. Fearless

Sweat soaked Cathy's entire body. Her face looked pale blood continued to flow from her calf. She led into the dimly lit room by Cal and Rissa.

"Mess!" ordered Cal to Rissa, the girl with the glasses. "We need to remove the bullet before the wound gets infected."

The consequence of being a hitman was life. Cathy knew that. But, after four successful stints on the job, she found the job to be a lot less stressful. However, this incident made her realize that isn't possible to kill everyone.

Her life was on the line. Cathy could be killed by her client or even die at the hands of her target. The target may know her father, and Cathy does not want to involve her father.

"It will hurt. But it'll get better soon," Cal said, then put a cloth gag over Cathy's mouth. "Good thing he didn't shoot you in the head."

Cathy bit down hard on the cloth to muffle the screams from the unbearable pain. Her hands began clutching the edge of the bed as Cal touched her bullet wound. With the tip of a knife, the man tore at the flesh around the wound.

Cathy's screams of pain sank into the cloth wrapped around her mouth. Tears rolled down her cheeks in a steady stream, sweat pouring out. Her hair was a mess. Her legs were shaking. Cathy-A beautiful assassin was a complete mess. But one thing caught my eye. Her lips were still bright red in that state.

The knife's edge continued to dig into her flesh until Cathy began to run out of breath and strength, and she could no longer make out her screams. Her vision began to fade and darken.

"Don't lose consciousness, Cathy," Rissa warned. "We can't take you to the hospital right now."

Cathy struggled to maintain her consciousness which was already on the brink. She absolutely could not lose consciousness. For the target could have come to any hospital across Barcelona to pursue her. So, a situation like this, in a place like this, was much safer.

"Cathy? Can you hear us?" Cal's voice sounded distant and echoing. Cathy could also feel her body being shaken a few times.

"Catharina! Say something!" Rissa patted Cathy's cheek frantically.

Cathy felt an overwhelming pain reaching her brain. She could no longer even get oxygen into her lungs. All invalid.

"Get the bandage!"

"She's going to pass out, Cal!"

"Maybe her ribs are broken too."

"Who is that asshole?"

"Is this a good time to talk about it?!" snapped Cal. "We need to make sure Cathy doesn't pass out."

"Then when would be a good time?" challenged Rissa with a sense of unease. "When that asshole finds us here?"

"Save your anger! We need to keep Cathy sober first," Cal said.

Rissa, the girl chuckled. "It's not about Cathy. It's about us! Our lives are at stake too, Cal! What if that bastard finds us? Again, this isn't my mission. I don't want to die on someone else's mission!"

"Shut up!" Cal couldn't contain his anger towards Rissa.

"I can't be here any longer. They should be after us."

"Go away, Rissa."

Cathy, despite her helpless weakness, could still hear the noisy argument. Her faint vision could also still find Cal clutching the collar of Rissa's shirt. Meanwhile, Rissa left the scene.

"Cathy, can you hear me?" Cal confirmed while touching her cheek.

Cathy only responded by blinking her eyes. Her energy was still not back to perfection.

"Alright. Stay conscious. I've taken the bullet out."

"Thank you..." she stammered.

"Trust me, you'll be a lot tougher after tonight," Cal handed Cathy a bottle of mineral water.

After gulping down the water with Cal's help, Cathy positioned her body more comfortably. The pain still throbbed, but with time, things were much better even though it was still painful.

"Do you recognize the target?"

Cathy was too weak to answer. She just stared at the roof while remembering the target's figure. The cold aura was still there. The sharp gaze seemed to be able to rip out her heart.

"Then get some rest." Cal cleaned up the tools.

"He's a cold man," Cathy said in a quivering tone that greeted with a frown on Cal's forehead.

"I thought he was an old man like the previous targets, but he's still young. In his thirties, maybe?"

While Cathy started to unfold the story, Cal pulled up a chair to listen further.

"His eyes were turquoise blue..." Cathy was still imagining things. "And those eyes... they froze me. He was so handsome."

"Are you crazy?! Are you mesmerized by him?"

Cathy was silent for a moment. Because, in reality, it was like that. It was also possible that the target was the first person she had complimented on his good looks.

Cal laughed. "I can't believe a deadly assassin like you would be mesmerized by a man's good looks."

"He also has a snowflake tattoo on his back and a polar bear?" Cathy squinted. "I can't be sure what animal that is."

"Better get some rest for tonight."

"He's a member of 88," Cathy continued after finding an answer. "Yeah, right!"

"What?!" Cal was shocked. "We can't deal with them, Cat!"

"No problem. I'll try again."

"Are you crazy?!"

"I can't stop what I've started, Cal."

"Stop risking your life, Catharina!"

"I'm just afraid of the client. Even though we don't know each other for safety's sake, what if the client is watching instead of leaving it up to us?"

Cal massaged his throbbing forehead. "Let's find another lucrative job."

"No! Contact the client. I'll continue this mission." Cathy said firmly.

Being a pure descendant of Beltz's family has made her accustomed to things happening the way they did before. Jonathan looked at the streets of Barcelona from behind the glass of his luxury car.

It wasn't the first time something like that had happened to his family. His brother had also experienced something similar as the head of 92 Corp. Jonathan understood well that life killed or be killed.

"I've got the location of that whore, sir," Jayden said. He gave the information that the prostitute was named Marta Vicenzy. The funny thing was that she died two years ago.

Jonathan chuckled. "Woah... very clever, Catharina." He then asked his assistant to track the tracking device on the bullet.

"She's in a remote area, La Corts. Should we go there now?"

"No! Let her recover. I don't like dealing with sick people."

"Won't she run away?"

"She will come to me again."

After arriving at his luxurious residence, a device in Jonathan's pocket lit up. He was wide-eyed.

"So, you still want to play with me, Catharina?

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