C11

It was night. Everything was quiet. Only the occasional spring breeze and swaying branches played with each other.

In the tranquil night, everyone fell asleep.

In the dream, on the buddhist atmosphere of the streets, a young couple brought a five-year-old girl with them. Kids are curious about the world. Look here, look there.

The young woman smiled and wiped away the remnants of food from the corners of her mouth.

However, before he could stop smiling, something happened. There was a burst of gunfire in the busy street and the frightened people scattered in all directions.

The man reacted quickly, dragging his wife and his confused daughter along with him.

But the accident happened. As the gunfire approached, the man was hit in the back by a stray bullet and died. When his wife saw him fall, she ran back recklessly and was also shot.

After the turmoil, the previously bustling streets had turned into a mess. The tourists had left long ago, and there were only a few merchants on the street picking up scraps.

The little girl crawled out from underneath the man. She looked at the street full of ruins and the dozens of corpses lying on the ground, then sat down on the street in a daze.

Soon, the nearby corpses were taken away. The girl just sat beside her parents' dead bodies in a daze. The sun rose and set. Two days later, the body began to stink from the heat.

The locals couldn't stand it and called the police. Soon, the local police arrived at the scene. The police found the identity cards on the two of them, and after confirming the identity of the deceased, they concealed their identity.

Just as the corpse was about to be dragged away, a silly girl suddenly threw herself onto the corpse and cried incessantly. Even though no one spoke, the local people felt the sadness.

Perhaps it was because the emotion was too strong, that she was beginning to be unable to distinguish between dream and reality. That was the first time she'd come into contact with death, and it had changed her life without any warning.

The local police had informed the embassy to send Wan home, but the embassy people were all trying to avoid doing the job. Gradually, they forgot about Wan.

Since then, she had been wandering around Southeast Asia, squatting on the street like a beggar and sleeping at night at the foot of someone else's wall or under the bridge.

Later on, she was met by a member of the assassination association. Seeing that her bones were light, he brought her back. Life at the organization was wonderful, living in a warm house and eating a proper meal.

She thought she was in heaven, but reality sent her to hell again.

The days that followed were not easy. Many children her age were placed together, and all sorts of studies were arranged during the day.

The content of the study included the knowledge of various professions. One needed to learn for more than 12 hours a day, and the intensity of the study was astounding for a 7-8 year old child. However, no one objected, and no one even considered whether those children could really accept it.

One month later, the exam had truly made Wan Wan tremble in fear.

On the day of the assessment, the weather was stuffy and there was a line of ferocious men in black standing in the square. The children in the crowded square were still confused, but panic was slowly spreading among the children.

Before the children could figure out what had happened, the exam had already begun. The examiner was a young man with a handsome face and a smile like a chrysanthemum.

His appearance gradually calmed the children's uneasiness, because many of them were brought back by him, including Wan.

As they lined up, the young man took turns asking them questions. After the first round, the young man and the black-clothed man whispered to each other.

A few minutes later, the young man waved his hand and a few ferocious men in black entered the crowd. They grabbed a few children and the frightened children started to cry, but they were still dragged out.

No one knew where they had been. The young man told everyone that they had failed the exam and could not stay here any longer. What awaited them might be death, or a life worse than death.

As he spoke, the young man's face still wore the smile of a spring breeze. Since then, Wan knew that not everyone who smiled was a good person. Then, she learned to smile, even when she stabbed someone else with her knife.

After that, everyone was scared by the brutal man in black. No matter how bitter the learning process was, no one complained. It was just that in the dead of night, the children who could not remember pharmacology held each other as they cried, their cries filled with despair.

Two years passed in such despair. Two years later, less than half of the original children were left.

After that, the theoretical studies gradually decreased, and the children began more brutal physical training. The intense training caused these eight and nine-year-old children to be exhausted every day, but no one dared to relax.

In the future, the assessment would be even more brutal, going from theoretical understanding to mutual killing. Every month, the two children would be locked in a small dark room with enough food and water for one person to live for seven days.

If he wanted to survive, he could only think of ways to kill them.

Such an exceptionally cruel assessment was not only a test of the children's physical strength, but also a test of their mental fortitude and emotions.

Over the past few years, the children they had left behind had long since lost their innocent and adorable ways. In their hearts, all they had left was a strong desire to live on.

At the age of twelve, A-Wan passed all the exams and left the training grounds.

From then on, she began her official mission. Taking advantage of the people's unguarded attitude towards children, Wan completed a few simple assassination tasks and stood firm in the organization.

In that place where she would die if she didn't fight for it, Wan was like a machine, constantly accepting missions and doing them. His hands were already covered in blood, and his heart had become numb.

At the age of twenty-two, she became the organization's golden killer. With the right to choose a quest, her quest had been greatly reduced, but the difficulty had been greatly increased. Over the years, she had brushed past death time and time again.

At the age of twenty-eight, she took on a mission. The client was a political figure who wanted to buy assassins to get rid of his political enemies.

It seemed like a normal quest, but it happened right after she successfully assassinated her target. Wan was being chased by the police and the military.

Wan knew the situation was not looking good, so she quickly sent the message back to the organization. Then, he would continue to evade the pursuers.

A few months later, Wan who had escaped from Z. hid in the dense forest of Southeast Asia. In order to survive, she had long since forgotten about justice and morality. She only believed in money. Those who died in her hands, some deserved it for their crimes, some even had no regrets.

And now, she finally received a righteous reprimand, making her, the assassin in the dark, unable to hide. But even so. She still wanted to live on.