Chapter 1

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Darkness was her background. She could not make a single sound. She liked that rule, where everything was quiet.

Wisdom stood on the rooftop of a building. She watched every footsteps people make, hoping to find the target. The crowd hustled the street.

She saw the woman as a target. Her sniper rifle targeted the woman. The woman was going to walk to the assassin's target zone.

Wisdom focused and waited for the woman to pass by. As she reached the target zone, the assassin pulled the trigger.

This woman was the traitor of the police's investigation about a drug lord. Wisdom was wondering who is this drug lord. The whole defense system got alarmed just because of him.

The crowd was aware of the shot, leaving the assassin no choice, but to pack up and leave. Most ran away, but a few tried to help the woman.

Wisdom jumped from building to building, hoping to escape. Her mind raced as she was running. She quietly climbed down from the building.

She ran from street to street and found a bar. She hid inside. The people danced around. The dancing crowd squished her from side to side.

She felt uncomfortable with the condition she was right now. The smell of liquor and smoke filled the air. What she liked was firsthand smoke, not second hand. The sound of music was as annoying as her enemy's gunshots.

Finding a drug user was way easier even in this part. However, the assassin regretted for not bringing her clothes. Her clothes could conceal her true identity.

She fished her phone from her pocket and tapped in the galleries to see the drug lord she was hunting. She saw him sat on the table with his friends.

Let them leave, she thought herself.

She thought of a plan. It was to lock them in the bar. She had to execute the plan. She ran back outside and closed the doors.

She tapped in and called the police. She waited for the beep.

"Hello, do you need anything," caller asked.

"They're here," she said in her low tone.

"The drug lord," she asked, in her confused tone.

"Yeah," Wisdom answered.

"Okay, please standby," the caller said.

Wisdom became impatient. How could a police call take so long? She climbed the building and stood on the rooftop. She waited for a few minutes until a siren was heard.

She smirked in victory because of the thing she done. The police forced open the door. They raided the bar. She ran again, jumping from building to building until she reached home.

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