"Are you willing to go against the Devil himself in order to obtain another chance in life??"
When a group of dangerous and highly skilled criminals are put together in one team under the command of three police agents to fight against the rising ev...
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[12/2/2040] 1:58 P.M. Park Seonghwa >>> The Elite
The Elite looks through the scope of his sniper at the closed glass doors of the towering crystal building ahead of him. He makes sure that he's aiming at the right place with the correct measurements for the bullet to land on its target without any unwanted mistakes or a potential miss. Any inaccurate step can lead to this mission failing and for his client to draw back the payment.
The Elite made sure to lock his hotel room door and turn on the 'Do Not Disturb' option so that no Android would come and knock on his door to clean his room. He doesn't want any distractions; he should stay focused.
He pulls away from his scope and raises his hand to check the time on his wrist watch, seeing that it's 1:59 P.M., which means that in the next minute his target will walk out of the glass double-doors with exactly four bodyguards surrounding him for maximum protection. But little did Kim Sungwoo know that those four guards can't protect him from the Elite'sSilver Bullet.
He puts his hand down and goes back to looking through his scope. He hears his phone buzz but doesn't check it out — he instead waits for Siri to speak through the earpiece that's in his left ear:
"Private message from Client009, do you want to hear it??"
"Yes," he simply answers.
"He is going out right now. I have transferred the first half of the money to your bank account. Do not disappoint me. "Do you want me to send a reply message to Client009??"
"No, thank you Siri."
"No problem."Then the female voice assistant goes silent.
The Elite sticks his tongue out and starts to count down the remaining seconds inside his head.
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A matte-black Rolls Royce pulls up in front of the entrance of the tall, purple crystal glass building and waits there.
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Many news reporters being followed by automatic drones run towards the glass doors, ready with their mics to bombard the famous businessman (who's gonna come out) with many aimless and stupid questions.
