CHAPTER 2

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You arrived at your house, you started to remove the make up you used to change your face.You wore heavy make ups so that you can change your appearance in every mission you do without getting caught. That's why you are confident enough to show your face to the police if some matters ran into you cause you know they won't recognize you with those heavy make ups.

You went to the shower to take a warm bath.You did another good job this time.After taking a bath you change into your pajamas and went towards your computer. You inserted the USB then started scrolling through out the files you downloaded.

“bonten my ass, bunch of amateurs”you mumbled.

They probably thought you were some enemies from their rival gangs, you know what you did probably reach their leaders ears and you already expected them to look for some background information about you.Who knows.

But to clarify their thoughts, you were just a ordinary private detective that works neatly than the street sweepers. You're behind the shadows. You were known in the underground world as a private yet unknown detective, no one knew your gender nor your real identity.

You're that good to change your appearances with wigs and make ups. You can go to old lady or old man applying it just correctly. Others might thought a detective is a kind of job the you can get easily killed but you don't see it that way. The reason behind you being a detective is just simple… you got bored of having a normal life. You wanted to feel the thrill too.

You were tired of a normal adult doing and wanted to have more extraordinary things to do with your life that's why you chose to become a detective.Eversince you became a detective, your life started changing for the better, the way you wanted. It cured your boredom.

Since you became a detective you never felt that boredom and boring life you had before.Its just recently when you heard about this criminal organization that is ruthless and the top gang in the Tokyo which sparks your interest. A psychopath like you who tracks better than FBI plus your curiosity hits you about this certain organization triggered you to decide to have a little mess with them to see if they will notice you.

What you did recently is just a warm up. Now that you have their informations in your laptop, you can interfer on their transactions. Making it a lot of fun and thrilling as you decided to have a huge mess with them.

‘here I come bonten, I'm your worst nightmare’

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You fixed your position, getting down the floor of the abandoned building.You watched firmly in your sniper's scope, many black cars stopped by in a dessert land, where the abandoned building stood.

The mission you're in right now is to mess with the deal of bonten to a European mafia.It was scheduled today, and you're not slipping the chance to have fun with them.Just a mere bloody fight without getting caught, you just wanted to feel the excitement you wanted.That is to be chased by bonten.

Soon a white car stopped in the land and a man stepped out. Probably in his mid fifties.Bodyguards surrounding him, countless bonten members circled them as they exchange glances with each other.

The executive who's encharge in this trading transaction is non other than Ran Haitani himself.It seems like fate was in your side, you were amuse by the executives reaction the other day. That was priceless, too bad for him you'll ruin his work this morning once again.

It's one am in the morning, you headed to the place first before them. Probably one hour ago, you loss count of the time.

Your eyes gazed to the scope where the ran and the European mafia meet, talking to each other but you can't clarify what are they talking about. As if you care. A buffed man came from behind the European mafia and took out a suitcase. He opened it, full of newly armed guns.

Ran signaled one of his mens to take his trading item out too, showing it to the European mafia far from distance. How clever of them. You continued to watch, the time finally came for you to strike.

By the time the two exchange the suitcase, you pressed the trigger of your sniper and shot one of the European mafia’s men. He landed on the land, dead.Your lips twitch for a smile when you saw each gangs took their guns out, pointing each other. You pulled the trigger once again, taking another man down.Panic rose their thoughts and started to shot, a loud sounds of gunshots filled the desserted land.

“get down! Sniper! ”you heard ran's voice yelled, it made you snickered in your spot.

You didn't know you just ruin a big deal for them. Well as if you even care if you found out about it. You started to take down the bonten members and so was the European mafia's men's. Curving your lips for a wide grin when you saw how ran panicked while he shot those men's and hid behind the hood of one of the cars.

The chaos started, without both gangs knowing it was you.You continue to take them one by one, until your sniper run out of bullets.You pouted. ‘the fun has just began and I already ran out of bullets? Ehh..’

You sighed, stooding up and watch from the building the chaos under you.You smiled the breeze of the air, making your hair bounce with the breeze passing you.

Exhaling, a cocky smile formed in your lips once again. “i’ll get you bonten, some other time”

You turned around and walked firmly to grab the bag of your sniper, placing it inside before heading downstairs from the buildings back entrance. Your bike is waiting for you there, you hid it quite good enough for them to not see. Dumb for them to not check their surroundings.

You hoped in after wearing your helmet and started the engine. You purposely made a loud sound with the help of your bike.

“bye bitches”you mumbled.

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