"The risk is too high. Besides, there is also a chance of your information getting exposed. This isn't solid proof. If we succeed, we will still have to answer the government. They won't let us go based on a chance that you are correct, no matter how high those chances are." Alice interjected.

Alex already knew this. It wasn't going to be easy, but there was another factor that the sisters weren't considering.

"They are going to blame us for the death of the consul."

Alice and Zira started connecting the dots.

Working at the embassy, having the support of a governemnt official, a decoy to make sure that the Kramer family cannot intervene.

In the end, realization. This wasn't only a ploy to destroy the relations between the two countries, but it was also a plan to Destroy the Kramer family.

"We either need to either capture them, or kill them. No matter what the cost."

Alice nodded. She didn't have time to be surprised. She picked up her phone and started to call someone.

"So what do you propose?"

Zira spoke up. She had some plans but wanted to see if Alex had a plan of his own. After all, this was all his work, his credit.

"I have a plan. It is very basic, but it will get the job done."

Alex was positive about their chances. This plan was risky, but it was still doable.

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Alice and Zira were currently in two of the positions that had been described on the map before.

The target was in sight. It was a caucasian male, above average height, and a strong build He was in his room, looking out of the window. Today, he couldn't afford to make mistakes.

"Let's move out."

Alice aimed jumped through the roof and used a grappling hook to jump through one of the windows to appear in front of 'Olga'.

He didn't have much time to think because of the sudden attack. before they could attack, he sprung into action.

He swung his fist to attack the masked Alice. It was aimed at her neck.

Alice pretended to raise her hand slowly to defend herself, and deliberately got hit by his attack.

Directly after that, Zira jumped from her position and looked at 'Olga' with fierce eyes. She didn't waste too much time and grabbed her sister's hand, before he could act any further. She used a minimal power smoke bomb, and left through the broken window.

After the smoke cleared up, Olga looked around. No sign of the intruders.

The guards stationed outside knocked on the door.

"Is there a problem?"

Olga answered in his deep voice,

"No problem."

The guards were told that he was a part of the secret service. If he said no, they wouldn't dare to ask another question. Judging by the strength of his assailants, he didn't care for the attack. Today, nothing could stop him from completing his mission. He wasn't going to postpone this at any cost. The opportunity had been molded to perfection.

The assassins from the Kramer family cannot do much after today. Their demise was eminent.

"Time to move out."

He moved out of his room from the back door. Along the way, he was cautious enough to look out for any followers. Only after confirming that there was no one following him, he chose the usual route.

After walking for around 15 minutes, he was at the Naschmarkt.

He was looking for a man in a black, 3 piece suit, and blue tinted Ray-bans.

"Brother."

Someone placed their hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and smiled.

They both walked together into a clothing store nearby. They didn't talk much, because they didn't have enough time.

After entering the washroom inside the store, they exchanged clothes. Before parting ways they hugged, probably for the last time and then whispered to each other,

"Ehre sei der geheimen Sekte."

Both of them went their separate ways. 'Olga' towards the Embassy, and his brother towards the embassy.

"Uncle, do you want to sit here?"

A young boy called out to him. He was sitting with a woman, presumably his mother. The boy seemed harmless, so he didn't resist. He sat down beside him.

He continued to stare at his suit.

"Cool..."

The kid was smitten by his attire.

So innocent. Olga flashed a smile.

'If only we had a childhood like him...' He thought to himself.

The kid took out a cuberdon and peeled off its wrapper. After popping one in his mouth, he said,

"Uncle, do you want one?"

The boy smiled and offered him a piece.

"I don't eat sweets."

He politely refused.

"Really? Well you can just give it to the consul on my behalf.

Hearing his voice, a chill ran down his spine.

Suddenly, he felt a stinging pain in his neck.

He looked at the woman, holding a syringe in her hand.

Everything went dark.