Chapter 4 Airport Assassination

Klein ignored Carol's apologetic look and turned around coldly. He headed downstairs, ran to the garage, got into his black Volkswagen, and floored the gas pedal as he shot out of the residential area.

In the evening, at a private airfield, a private jet was descending toward the runway.

Before the plane even landed, several cars had already parked around the runway. A group of men in black got out of the vehicles, watching their surroundings alertly, clearly preparing to welcome some important guest.

In the airport corridor, a man in a janitor's uniform was whistling as he pushed his cleaning cart down the hallway.

Passing by the large floor-to-ceiling windows, he could hear two flight attendants chatting.

"Is some rich guy coming here today?"

"I heard it's a young handsome guy. I need to touch up my makeup - maybe I can hit the jackpot."

A tall flight attendant immediately pulled out her compact mirror to fix her makeup. Suddenly, she felt something off on her backside. She turned her head and saw a janitor staring lecherously at her rear.

The flight attendant rolled her eyes and didn't pay much attention. She'd seen that kind of look way too many times. These men who couldn't have her could only undress her with their eyes.

This janitor was Klein in disguise. His gaze lingered for a few seconds on the flight attendant's curves in her tight skirt. His eyes shifted slightly, his breathing quickened for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

The plane finally landed. The hunt had begun.

The flight attendant, touching up her makeup, heard the cleaning cart moving again and knew the janitor had left.

"Let's go, we should head to the entrance to greet that VIP."

The two flight attendants walked hand in hand toward the airport exit, wanting to make sure the young handsome guy would see them right away.

Klein pushed the cleaning cart into the janitor's closet, locked the door, and pulled out a package from the cart. He assembled all the parts inside, and soon a sniper rifle appeared in his hands.

Klein set up the rifle, aimed it out the window, and positioned the crosshairs on the plane's cabin door. The scene of his teammates dying kept flashing through his mind, and his finger on the trigger unconsciously tightened.

When the plane came to a complete stop, the cabin door opened. First out were two bodyguards in black suits, scanning the surroundings carefully before a young man in a white suit stepped out behind them.

The young man had pale skin, prominent cheekbones, and dark circles under his eyes. He kept yawning as he came through the door.

Klein's eyes stayed fixed on the crosshairs, his finger tightening once more.

This bastard. His own squad had gotten into a clash with this guy during a protection mission. They'd thought it was just a minor dispute, and nothing would come of it, but they didn't expect this guy to be so petty and hold a grudge. When he finally got his chance, he hired them under false pretenses and led them into a suicide mission.

"God hates junkies. You should be going to hell."

Klein murmured softly, his finger just a hair's breadth away from fully pulling the trigger.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when this bastard was fully exposed.

The pale-faced man had his arm around a woman in a red dress, apparently some actress from a popular movie.

The man and woman were about to walk down the stairs. Maybe feeling the bodyguard was in the way, the man impatiently pushed him aside. That's when his face was exposed.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, especially sharp in the dusk.

The glamorous actress felt something warm splash on her face. She touched it with her hand - the sickening smell of blood and brain matter filled her nose.

The young man beside her had a huge hole in his head and fell backward onto the stairs.

The glamorous actress let out a scream and tumbled down the stairs. The surrounding bodyguards instantly panicked, and some were already rushing toward Klein's location.

For a moment, the mission looked complete - his enemy had finally been taken out with a headshot. But Klein frowned, feeling something wasn't right.

He aimed the scope at the body again. This time, Klein finally figured out what was wrong.

There was nothing on the guy's fingers. The ring symbolizing family honor - the young man wasn't wearing it. This was a decoy.

"Have I been betrayed again?"

Klein's face darkened, but thinking about it, the hacker who knew his whereabouts wouldn't do something like this - after all, Klein had dirt on him that could be deadly.

Klein could already hear hurried footsteps outside the door. Clearly, many people were rushing this way.

"Seriously, it's always like this. Good thing I have a Plan B." Klein sighed and pulled out another package from the cleaning cart.

Outside the door, a group of fully armed personnel holding guns was slowly approaching the bathroom door where Klein was.

"Everyone, be careful. This time we're dealing with an experienced mercenary."

Ron Whitley looked serious as he gave orders - Team One would breach the door and throw in flash-bangs.

Team One stepped forward and shot off the door lock, then yanked the door open.

Suddenly, Ron's pupils contracted sharply, and his body rolled backward. The next moment - an explosion.

The Team One members breaching the door were blown backward along with door fragments.

"Damn it, this guy rigged the door with explosives!"

Ron forced himself up from the ground, feeling dizzy.

After some static, another team's voice came through the radio.

"Report, no one came down from the window. The target should still be in the bathroom."

Ron was stunned when he heard this. With that kind of explosion, if someone hadn't gotten out, they'd definitely be dead.

"Could this be a suicide bombing?"

Ron led the surviving members back toward the bathroom. Inside was a mess, covered with blast marks, and all the windows were shattered.

There were fragments everywhere, but no body parts.

"Where could he be?"

Ron's eyes swept across the bathroom and suddenly stopped on the ceiling. The explosion had brought down many ceiling panels, but two remained perfectly intact.

Just as Ron was about to fire two shots at the ceiling to see if the target was hiding up there, those two panels suddenly fell down, and a figure jumped down.

"He's here..."

Ron had barely gotten the words out when he felt a chill on his neck. Before the team members behind him could raise their guns, Klein had already spun Ron's body around, grabbed the gun from Ron's chest, aimed it at those team members, and pulled the trigger.

On the private plane parked at the airport, a young man who looked exactly like the unlucky guy who'd just been shot - Kevin West - was holding champagne and saying to a nearby bodyguard:

"Chris Jenkins, go get the Black Reaper for me. I want him alive."