Chapter 20 Death Gas’s Daughter

[Thud! Thud!] The men carrying the heavy canister rested it carefully on the concrete floor beside the van. The petite woman came closer to inspect its contents, making sure that it wasn’t at all damage. “Nicely done. Now let’s get this show on the road. Mr John follow me, we’re going to take care of the obstacles inside of the tower.”

The mysterious man with the suppressor firearm watched as the woman strutted off to the clock tower's back entrance and scoffed. “Who does this woman think she is? Giving me orders.”

Hearing the assassin’s complaint, the driver came over and whispered in his ear. “Be careful with your words Mr John. That person is Death Gas’s daughter.”

“What? The boss’s daughter?” Mr John was shocked out of his mind. “How come the boss has a daughter so young and I wasn’t aware of it?”

“I recently found out myself. I heard she was studying abroad or something. She came back to the organization after graduating from Bay City’s top university.”

“Hmm… A pampered educated brat like her. I wonder if she has ever taken a life before.”

“Don’t ask me. But probably she has, seeing as how she has Death Gas’s blood coursing through her veins. Alright, I’ll keep a lookout and make sure that no one interferes with our mission.” [Thud! Thud!] The driver went back into the tinted dark vehicle, he was keeping the engine warm so that his crew could make a quick getaway as soon as their mission was over.

[Thud! Thud!] Mr John caught up with Death Gas’s daughter inside the clock tower. As he pushed the door opened, he noticed two unconscious security guards sprawled below her feet. “This is…?”

“What took you so long, Mr John? If you keep on slacking off I might as well finish up here before you get the chance to do anything.” [Bam!] As she spoke, a precise bullet suddenly shot right passed her face and penetrated the skull of a security guard who was sneaking closer with a metal bat. “Huh?” Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed the dead guard flat and the floor with a deep bullet wound between his forehead. Some blood trickled out of the wound, moving along the contours of his eyelids.

“Mr John!” What made the woman raised her voice while glaring intensely at the pro assassin wasn’t the fact that she was startled by the bullet which had flown millimetres passed her face and entered the guard’s skull. No, it was the fact that he had shot the guard with a lethal bullet, causing his death. “Why do you still have lethal rounds equip inside your firearm? Didn’t you receive the instructions? Only non-lethal magazines are permitted on this mission.”

Mr John wasn’t going to just stand there and be scolded by this little inexperience lady. “What’s with that absurd attitude? I just saved your skinny life and this is how you thank me? Listen here little girl, I’ve been in this line of work ever since you were shitting in your diapers and pissing on yourself. Being the boss daughter or not, you don’t instruct me on how to do my jo…”

[Boom!] The pro assassin didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence. Just as he was about to utter another insulting word to Death Gas’s daughter, he received a powerful kick to his endowed baby maker which sent his manly balls flying up into his tummy. [Barf! Barf!] He coughed so roughly, you would almost think that he was about to vomit out his nut sack. [Thud! Thud!] The acute pain caused Mr John to drop to his knees while gripping his groin. From the floor, he was staring shockingly up at Death Gas’s daughter. “You…”

“What? You can’t speak properly?” The woman wiped some trickling tears from the pro assassin’s face. “Perhaps one of your nuts is stuck at your throat. Here, have some liquid to wash it down.” [Gurgle! Gurgle!] The woman amassed a mouthful of saliva then rip the assassin’s mouth wide open and spat into his throat. [Puu!]

“Huah!” Mr John tried his best to regurgitate the disgusting spittle, not letting it digest in his tummy. [Cough! Cough!] “You fuhaing…. Bitch…”

“What was that? I didn’t quite ear it.” [Pull!] Death Gas’s devilish daughter tugged on the assassin’s right ear so roughly, pieces of it began tearing off.

“AHHHH!”

“Huh, what’s going on in there? Is it almost time for us to transport the stuff?” The other members of WET-G heard a resounding scream pouring out of the clock tower and wondered if the pro assassin was torturing the guards inside. Little did they know that it was the pro assassin who was getting tortured by a devilish woman.

“AHHHHH!” [Whoosh!] Death Gas’s daughter finished ripping off Mr John’s right ear. From the origin of the tore flesh, ceaseless blood spewed out uncontrollably, excited flies were even gathering at the gory scene. [Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!]

“Probably you will follow orders better now that I’ve taken one of your deaf ears.” The devilish woman boasted with Mr John’s severed ear by tossing it up and down in her hand. “I guess you don’t need this anymore.” [Plap!] She dropped the ear on the ground, moreover, she violently stamped all over it. [Boom!] The many excited flies who swarmed the ear got squashed in the process.

Mr John cried internally when he witnessed this savagery, he wanted to reach for his gun, given the opportunity, he would shove it down the devilish woman's throat and pressed the trigger. ‘This crazy woman. She really is Death Gas’s daughter. In all my years of being a pro assassin, I’ve never come across a woman this vicious. She’s so young too. The boss must have been instructing her in the arts of savagery from a very young age, even her fierce-looking eyes carry a strong tint of danger.’

“Are you willing to comply now, Mr John?” Hearing her question, the pro assassin didn’t respond audibly, instead, he shook his head in agreement. “Good…” she took out a small cloth from her breast pocket and tossed it at Mr John. “Wipe yourself off, your bleeding. When you’re finished, take care of the guards upstairs before they alert the authorities and make sure not to kill any of them this time. They should remain alive for the testing phase. I’m going outside to bring in the stuff.”

[Thud! Thud! Thud!] Mr John watched the devilish woman’s movement until she vanished out of view, “Hu-ah.” He steadily rose to his feet; pressed the cloth she had given him against the side of his face to prevent massive blood loss; retrieved his suppressor firearm from the floor; gave his squashed ear one last glance then made his way towards the stairs. He planned on secretly tidying up Death Gas’s daughter after the mission was finished. There was no way a pro such as him would let her humiliation went unpunished. Very soon he would teach that devilish woman the terror of death.

[Bam! Bam! Bam!] On his way to the top of the tall clock tower, Mr John made sure to avoid giving the human obstacles any fatal wounds. He was a pro assassin, thus he knew how to subdue his targets using lethal bullets without causing death.

It didn’t take Mr John long to clear the clock tower, for it wasn’t a building that required a lot of human obstacles in the first place. Upaya’s tallest clock tower was a renowned historical site of Bay City. At one point in time, it was a lighthouse used as a military outpost to identify incoming battleships from the waterfront. There were even some rusty war cannons still sitting on the concrete pavement outside from centuries ago.