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3. An Unstoppable Mission

"Who did this?!" she exclaimed when her brother came to her apartment to give her a birthday present.

"Jonathan!" Via insisted again. She was already looking at the tracking device that lit up from her brother's white shirt pocket. "How did this thing get in your pocket?! I'll destroy it..."

"Put it back in your pocket!"

"What?!" Via's brow furrowed.

"Let him track my location."

"Are you crazy?! Who did it?"

Jonathan looked indifferent. He lit a cigarette while sitting casually on the sofa.

Via was agitated. "I'm sick of this. A month ago, Alex, and now you too. I want our family life to be peaceful."

Jonathan took a silent drag from his cigarette. He hadn't expected Cathy to put a tracking device in his pocket. Then he grinned.

"Be careful!" she said worriedly.

"What's there to be afraid of, huh?"

"You can relax because you already know about the tracking device. What if you didn't know until now? They can eat you in your sleep!"

Jonathan rolled his eyes lazily at his sister's endless babbling.

"So, you're going to let them keep tracking you?" Via confirmed with confusion.

"That's right. I'm going to let them. Let the tracker come. So we can finish him off. Isn't a good idea?"

Via was silent. She hugged the sofa cushions while stunned. She recognized her brother's words as right, but the worry choked her.

"Get some sleep!" Jonathan said.

"When do you get back to Las Vegas?"

"Four o'clock in the morning."

"Then get ready to leave. If you're already on your way, they'll have a harder time tracking you down."

Jonathan just nodded vaguely, letting his brother go to his room to rest.

After that, Jonathan unbuttoned his shirt. Leaving his body bare-chested while enjoying a cigarette. He spent the rest of the night before boarding the plane in a few hours.

Then he turned to his hanging shirt as the tracking device came back on. With a cold stare, the man pressed the end of the cigarette into the ashtray. Then, he reached for his cell phone to call someone.

"Cancel my flight."

Jonathan stretched his stiff muscles left and right. A grin played on his lips. He quickly put his shirt back on and walked out of his sister's apartment.

Staggering on her feet in a thick coat and hat, she made her way quickly while keeping an eye on her surroundings. She'd burned down her hideout with Cal some time ago. She didn't want to leave a trace before her mission was complete. Invisible clients were scary.

Cathy stopped her steps to check the situation, then turned into an alley. She whimpered as her gunshot wound bled again. Cathy sat down for a moment to slowly remove the bandage. She had to change it quickly. Even if the blood wasn't a problem, the stinging was annoying.

Cathy tore the bandage wrapped with her teeth under the dim light. She moaned in silent pain as she felt how painful the wound was. She bit her lower lip to mask the pain, then quickly gulped down some mineral water. She leaned against the wall for a moment as she caught her breath and applied her signature red lip stick on top of her lips.

If the red lip stick has been lit, Cathy is very determined.

She had to get rid of that man so her life could be at peace.

Then Cathy reached for her cell phone. She looked at the flashing red dot on the screen. When the man had moved on, Cathy wanted to contact Via about why the target was in her apartment area. But she didn't because she feared the target was digging for information.

Therefore, Cathy wanted to finish what she had started immediately. She does not want the target to move too far, let alone involve her family.

Then Cathy pocketed her cell phone to leave the dark alley. Four o'clock in the morning. It seemed like a good time to kill.

The tracking point led Cathy to a house with a tall but slightly open fence. It looked deserted, with no guards like at the hotel. The building looked very old. Cathy frowned as the house seemed quiet. But she didn't have time to talk about the house.

Cathy managed to jump into the house through the open window. Horror and darkness greeted her. But soon, the lights came on.

Instantly Cathy was dumbfounded. For the second time, she found her typical cold face. The man was sitting casually on the sofa, shirtless. There were fine hairs and beautifully sculpted pectoral muscles.

Cathy vowed not to make the same mistake as before.

"You're not going to give up, right, Catharina?" Jonathan's tone was low yet intimidatingly sharp.

"Certainly not before my mission is complete."

"I see..."

"I have no problem with you, but this is my job. If I don't kill you, then I'll be the one killed by him."

Jonathan tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair. He grinned, then stood up immediately. He prevented Cathy's hand from pointing the knife at him.

"Don't be in a hurry!" said Jonathan with a casual chuckle and kicked Cathy in the knee, causing her to almost collapse to the floor.

"You!" screeched Cathy angrily.

Jonathan grinned and moved back closer. He again twisted her arm, knocking the knife out of her hand. Then he threw Cathy onto the dining table.

Whom!

But Cathy didn't let her guard down. She quickly grabbed the knife and stuck it in Jonathan's shoulder.

"Damn it!" grumbled Jonathan, letting go of the knife.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Why didn't you find out before attacking me?"

"I don't need my target's background, but this time I'm curious."

"You idiot!"

"Then I'll change my question. Why do they want to kill you?"

"You think I know?"

"I just want a quiet life."

Just as the knife was about to fly into Jonathan's heart again, the man managed to prevent it by kicking Cathy in the stomach. Things fell, and blood poured from her head.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity, Jonathan grabbed her hair and repeatedly smashed her against the wall. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught.

"You know what makes me sick of you?" Jonathan asked a rhetorical question. "It's not that you want to kill me, but I hate the sight of your red lips!"

Even at this crucial moment, the woman's red lipstick lasted.

Jonathan grabbed the knife first, while Cathy tried to escape through the window and...

Bam!

Jonathan thought she wasn't carrying other weapons because she tried to grab the knife from him. And now Jonathan was moaning in pain. Cathy is not just any hitman. She was good at deceiving her opponents.

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