Breaking News:
"New Zealand's Prime Minister, Even Smith, has been murdered.
Reports say he was suffocated inside his own house."
The news plays in the background of a messy room.
Furniture is scattered everywhere, as if a violent fight happened.
Two men lie on the floor, unconscious or dead.
On the sofa, another man sits with his hands and legs tied tightly.
Beside him, a man pulls up a chair and casually watches the TV.
"Look at the news," he says calmly.
"Someone killed a Prime Minister. People are getting worse every day, right?"
The tied man trembles.
"Who are you? Why are you after me?"
"Who am I?" The man laughs slowly.
"I don't even know who I am.
I just know this — I'm someone who kills for money.
And I was paid to kill you."
The tied man panics.
"We have money! Take whatever you want, just let me go!"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you something."
The killer lifts a pistol and spins the chamber.
"No matter how greedy I am… if I take money for a job, I always finish it."
He aims the gun at the tied man's head.
"Let's play a game," he says.
"I will spin the chamber three times.
If the gun doesn't fire… I'll let you live."
He spins it once — click.
Twice — click.
Third time —
BANG.
The bullet goes straight through the man's skull.
The killer stands, wipes his face, and types on his phone:
"Job done."
---
He steps outside into a deserted road.
The street-lights flicker — on, off, on, off —
revealing his face for moments:
Blue eyes.
Black hair.
An old black coat.
A bit of blood on his hand.
And a walk like he owns the night.
He enters a small cake shop.
"One birthday cake. Pack it," he says.
His phone buzzes.
"Where are you? Still at the office?
When will you come home? Did you get the cake?"
He replies:
"Yes. I'm coming. Five minutes."
Holding the cake box, he walks home.
His little daughter waits at the door, excited.
She hugs him before even touching the cake.
Later, he stands in the middle of the small birthday party, smiling with his family.
His phone vibrates again.
New Mission
Classification: S
Target: Mafia Boss Rodricks
Reward: 1 million dollars
A faint smile appears on his face.
His heartbeat quickens — a million-dollar job is rare.
He calls his partner, Mike.
"Find me the mafia boss. Where is he tonight?"
Mike checks.
"He'll be at Georgia Club at 11 PM, supplying drugs to a big politician.
Be careful. He carries heavy security."
"Don't worry," the man replies.
"You know I'm good at my work."
He ends the call and steps toward the door.
"Where are you going?" his wife asks.
"We just started the party. Cake cutting is next.
Where are you rushing, Andrew?"
For the first time, we hear his name — Andrew.
Andrew answers calmly,
"Some office files came up. I'll be back in an hour or two."
He leaves.
---
Outside Georgia Club, Andrew stands quietly.
There's heavy security and a huge crowd inside.
He enters, blending in.
Dancing.
Flirting with girls.
Acting normal.
But his eyes never stop searching for Rodricks.
He spots the mafia boss talking to a politician.
"Impossible to kill him here," he thinks.
Then Andrew sees something strange.
A seven-foot-tall man, with a massive body, walks past him.
Andrew pauses.
"Who is this giant…?"
The giant heads straight toward the mafia boss.
Guards react immediately —
But in one punch each, he throws them all back.
He doesn't injure them badly… he just sends them flying like toys.
The giant looks once at the politician,
then turns toward the mafia boss.
Rodricks tries to run.
The giant grabs him —
and snaps his entire spine in one motion.
Then crushes his throat.
And walks out…
without looking at anyone.
Without saying a word.
Without stopping.
The whole club freezes in shock.
So does Andrew.
"What… is he…?"
His mind cannot process what he just witnessed.
A man that strong…
That fast…
That silent…
He steps outside after a few minutes and calls Mike.
"Mike… did anyone else get the contract to kill Rodricks?"
"No," Mike replies.
"Only you. No one else knew about this job."
"Then how did Rodricks die so easily?" Andrew says heavily.
"A seven-foot monster came in, knocked everyone down in one punch,
broke Rodricks in one second, and walked away like nothing."
"Can you find out who he is?
Is there an assassin that strong?"
"I'll check," Mike says.
"I'll call you back."
Andrew ends the call and walks home, still confused.
"That giant…
What was he?
Even I couldn't do anything in front of him…"
Meanwhile, far away on a rooftop,
a mysterious man makes a call:
"Another one is dead."