deltrittennovels Chapter 28: An extremely socially awkward female assassin infiltrates the manor, gets lost, and even
Chapter 28: An extremely socially awkward female assassin infiltrates the manor, gets lost, and even
Ye Xiu knelt on the ground, the screen of the hot tablet in his hand flashing a blinding red light.
Lin Xian leaned back in the rocking chair, not even lifting his eyelids, and casually popped a peeled mutated grape into his mouth.
"What are you yelling about in broad daylight? If there were really enemies, the manor's plasma anti-aircraft guns would have opened fire already."
Ye Xiu swallowed hard and pointed at the red dot on the screen that was spinning around like a headless fly.
"Lin Shen, this red dot is the exclusive signal of 'Nightingale,' the top assassin on the dark web. She's already inside our internal defense network!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Xian didn't even bother with a superfluous expression; he simply sighed softly.
He reached out and drew a deep blue holographic projection in mid-air, showing a long, silver corridor with a futuristic feel.
"She climbed over the wall three days ago. I thought she was too slow, so I just threw her into the spatial folding maze."
Ye Xiu stared wide-eyed at the slender figure in the black tight-fitting night clothes on the screen.
This top assassin, feared throughout the international assassin world, was now wandering around in circles in the corridor like a lost hamster.
Yan Guhong, the top assassin on the dark web, is an oddball suffering from severe social anxiety.
She accepted the 10 billion yuan bounty for killing Lin Xian purely to buy a deserted island so that she would never have to deal with any living person again in her life.
Three days ago, she easily scaled the outer wall of the manor using state-of-the-art optical cloaking equipment.
I thought this was just a routine infiltration and assassination, but who knew that the corridors inside the manor didn't follow any physics.
She pushed open a door, and behind it was the same corridor.
She walked back ten thousand steps, but the end was still that damned silver fork in the road.
Yan Guhong leaned against the cold metal wall, his vision blurring from hunger.
Her skin, which rarely saw sunlight, had a sickly pallor, and her lips were so dry and cracked that a few drops of blood seeped out.
She used the titanium alloy dagger at her waist, which could cut through iron like mud, as a crutch, and struggled to move forward.
"Damn it, what kind of place is this? There isn't even a living person to ask for directions."
Yan Guhong had just finished complaining in a low voice when he felt like slapping himself.
What she fears most is living people. If she actually encounters someone, she will be forced to engage in social conversations, which is worse than starving to death.
Just as she was about to give up and lie on the ground for euthanasia.
A rich, overpowering aroma of soy sauce mixed with caramelized rock sugar wafted down from the ventilation ducts overhead.
The taste was like an invisible hand, gripping her stomach which had been empty for three days.
Yan Guhong's eyes instantly lit up with two green lights, like a hungry wolf that had smelled blood.
She didn't know where the strength came from, but she kicked off the wall with both legs and leaped up the three-meter-high ventilation shaft like a gecko.
The titanium alloy dagger sliced through the alloy blinds in a few swift movements, and she slipped inside like an eel.
Following the scent, I climbed for about ten meters, and the ventilation grilles below emitted a bright, warm yellow light.
Yan Guhong kicked open the grille and lightly leaped down from the ceiling, landing steadily in a spacious kitchen.
Before she could even assume a guarded assassin's stance, her gaze was fixed on a large pot of steaming braised pork on the kitchen counter.
The pork belly of the mutated miniature pig was stewed until it was crystal clear, trembling and coated with a rich, bright red broth.
Chen Xiuniang was carrying a bowl of freshly steamed Northeastern rice when she saw the man in black descending from the sky, and she almost dropped the bowl.
Yan Guhong completely ignored the living people around him, even throwing away his dignity as an assassin.
She rushed forward, snatched the rice bowl from Chen Xiuniang's hand, and poured two large spoonfuls of braised pork and broth onto the rice.
As soon as Yan Guhong put the first bite of rice coated in meat juice into his mouth, large tears streamed down his face.
It's delicious. The meat melts in your mouth, and even the pork skin has a chewy, collagen-rich texture.
Compared to the compressed biscuits she ate all year round, this was simply divine food.
She squatted in the corner of the kitchen with her rice bowl in her hand, like a wild cat guarding its food, and finished the whole bowl in just a few bites.
Seeing how pitifully hungry she was, Chen Xiuniang's fear vanished completely.
She ladled out another large bowl of rice and handed it to her, her voice as gentle as if she were coaxing a kitten.
"Eat slowly, there's plenty more in the pot, don't choke."
Yan Guhong ate three large bowls of braised pork rice before finally putting down the empty rice bowl.
She let out a satisfied burp and casually wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve.
After eating and drinking her fill, her social anxiety symptoms started acting up again.
She huddled in the corner, hugging her knees, burying her face in her arms, not daring to look at Chen Xiuniang even once.
Lin Xian strolled into the kitchen, holding a straw he used as a toothpick.
He looked at the top female assassin curled up in a ball and couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Are you full?"
Yan Guhong's body trembled violently, and he didn't even dare to raise his head, only slightly nodding his chin.
Lin Xian leaned against the refrigerator door, his tone carrying a hint of negotiation.
"Since you ate my food, you have to work to pay off your debt."
Yan Guhong's fingers gripped the ground tightly, thinking that this man would definitely interrogate her about who was behind her, or force her to hand over the list of assassins.
If that were the case, she would rather bite her tongue and kill herself right now.
Lin Xian pointed to the several large iron pots on the kitchen counter.
"Judging from how possessive you were of your food just now, you must be quite particular about it."
"It's just that Sister-in-law Xiu Niang is too tired to cook for the whole family by herself, so you can stay and help her out."
Yan Guhong was stunned, and slowly raised his cold and beautiful face, which was covered with a few grains of rice.
"So...it's just cooking?"
She stammered out four words, her voice so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.
Lin Xian nodded and projected a holographic contract in front of her.
"Food and lodging are included. You don't need to go out and meet outsiders. You can spend your whole life hiding in this kitchen researching recipes."
These words struck Yan Guhong's severely socially anxious soul like a bolt of lightning.
No need to meet outsiders, there's an endless supply of top-tier mutated ingredients every day, and this absolutely safe defensive fortress.
These conditions are a million times more perfect than the deserted island she wanted to buy.
Without even a second's hesitation, Yan Guhong bit his finger and pressed his bloody handprint onto the holographic contract.
After signing the document, she breathed a sigh of relief and silently picked up a rag next to her, beginning to carefully wipe the grease stains on the countertop.
Ye Xiu stood outside the kitchen door, watching as the ruthless female assassin instantly transformed into a diligent kitchen helper; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He turned to look at Lin Xian and gave him a big thumbs up.
The people in this manor are all so outrageous, even their methods of recruiting assassins are so unique and unconventional.
Lin Xian dusted off his hands, turned around and walked towards the floating living room, intending to lie down on the sofa for a while.
In the kitchen, Yan Guhong quickly plated the remaining braised pork and carefully carried the plate out.
All she wanted to do right now was to perform well, fearing that Lin Xian might get upset and send her back to the society where she had to deal with her employer every day.
Su Qinghan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, checking the accounts on a tablet.
I saw a girl in tight-fitting night clothes walking over with a plate. She paused for a moment while holding a water glass, and spilled water on the table without wiping it up.
Xia Anran didn't think much of it, happily took the plate, and picked out the fattest piece of pork belly for Lin Xian.
Lin Xian leaned back on the soft cushion, opened his mouth and bit the meat that Xia Anran fed him, and closed his eyes comfortably.
Just as everyone was sitting around in the living room enjoying dessert after dinner.
The 100-inch holographic TV screen that occupied the entire wall opposite suddenly flickered.
The comedy variety show that was playing was forcibly cut off.
The scene then shifts to an emergency news broadcast channel displaying the provincial television station's logo.
A female host dressed in business attire sat in front of the broadcasting console, her expression serious yet revealing a hint of excitement.
"Dear viewers, here's a breaking news report on the latest key news from our province."
"The triennial National Agricultural Machinery Exhibition and Competition will be held at our provincial stadium on the 15th of next month."
"This competition is jointly sponsored by several top international agricultural heavy industry groups, with a prize pool of up to one billion yuan."
The television screen then cut to a bunch of imported harvesters and tractors that looked bulky and complex in structure.
Lin Xian swallowed the meat in his mouth and glanced at the junk on TV that were touted as cutting-edge technology.
He recalled the 20-ton fully automatic titanium tractor in the backyard hangar that could crush a Ferrari into a disc.
Just then, Ma Hualong happened to be patrolling outside the door. He poked half his head in and smiled obsequiously.
"Boss, how about we take that amazing car for a spin on the track and win back that billion-dollar prize money for pocket money?"
Lin Xian picked up a wet wipe from the table, wiped his hands, and casually threw the wipe into the trash can.
"What's the point of winning that stupid match? It's not even enough to cover the travel expenses."
The scene on the television changed again, and the female host held up a gold-embossed certificate of honor.
"In addition to the generous prize money, the champion team of this competition will also receive an exclusive agricultural inspection-free permit issued throughout the province."
"With this certificate, any agricultural machinery is exempt from traffic control on the road and has the right of way."
Upon hearing this, Lin Xian stopped wiping his hands and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He turned to look at the anti-gravity hovering pickup truck parked in the corner of the backyard, and made a plan in his mind.
If Xia Anran could drive this pickup truck and fly freely in the sky without being stopped by the traffic police when she goes out to buy groceries, it would save her a lot of trouble.
Lin Xian snapped his fingers, calling out Yan Guhong, who was washing dishes in the kitchen.
"Cook, take off your apron in the kitchen and come with me to the backyard to modify two flying tractors for fun."