Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Why Does This Look So Familiar?

Scrap Yards are usually vast places. After all, they don’t just house piles of cardboard boxes and other junk that might not even fetch five bucks when sold—there are also wrecked vehicles, industrial machinery, and other discarded items that might still yield precious metals if processed properly.  

In the summer, many workers here simply sleep on-site, resigned to the inevitable mosquito bites and insect harassment.  

Gathered around a burning metal barrel with coworkers, roasting a couple of potatoes before sprinkling them with salt and cumin, then washing them down with a few shots of cheap liquor—it wasn’t a feast, but it offered fleeting happiness.  

Of course, no one drank themselves into a stupor like a true alcoholic, risking being unable to work the next day. Still, when Old John woke up from a full bladder in the middle of the night and stumbled toward the outhouse, only to spot a conspicuously pristine yacht sitting in the middle of the scrapyard, he was convinced he’d had one too many.  

At least, until someone knocked him out cold with a strike to the back of his neck.  

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“Are you stupid?!”  

Gloria smacked away Mi Xiaoliu’s outstretched hands—the little brat actually had the nerve to demand her promised hamburger?! After this?!  

Go to the yacht to find the Star’s container.  

The container is huge = the container is the yacht?!  

This was practically LV3 spatial ability at its peak! How the hell had this kid slipped through the school’s ability screening undetected?!  

If this had just been a simple case of theft, fine. They could’ve quietly hauled the yacht to some hidden corner and searched it at their leisure…  

But no. This idiot had dumped the entire damn ship in the middle of the scrapyard! With workers everywhere! Thank God most of them were too drunk to notice.  

Mi Xiaoliu clutched her stinging hand, an unfamiliar emotion welling up inside her. Sasha had called this feeling… “wronged.”  

Gloria was a liar.  

“Whatever. Stand guard. If anyone comes, yell for me. If you run, you’re dead.” Gloria vaulted onto the yacht and began ransacking it without mercy, even resorting to a laser cutter.  

This ship had existed since her childhood—she and her sister had played on it together. Back then, her father always seemed reluctant, not because he feared his precious yacht being wrecked by rowdy kids, but because he worried she’d let her toddler sister tumble into the water.  

Compared to her memories, the interior now held far more furniture. Back then, it was just a boat. Now, it was her father’s home.  

Unsurprisingly, after scouring every inch, she found no trace of the Star.  

Gloria had never seen the Star itself, but she remembered the container it was stored in. Whether it had been modified since, she didn’t know—too much time had passed.  

Back then, the container was a two-meter-square metal box with no transparent panels, making its contents invisible. But something that size and shape couldn’t be hidden on a yacht.  

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy… Where else could he have put it? Did he really leave it with Grandpa at the family estate? That’d be too far—no way to retrieve it quickly.  

Frustrated, Gloria kicked a wardrobe, then started searching for hidden compartments.  

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While Gloria fumed inside, Mi Xiaoliu wasn’t having a great time on guard duty either.  

“I’m not the Princess.” The boy-dressed girl tried the same old trick on the man before her.  

Wei Shi stared at her impassively. He was using his usual appearance from the hideout, so she recognized him.  

After Heli’s private message about Mi Xiaoliu sneaking out repeatedly, he’d tailed her from a distance—and witnessed her stealing the Little Demon King’s entire yacht.  

Balls of steel.  

He checked his phone: 12:40 AM. Why was he out at this hour, stalking some kid like an overprotective dad checking on his daughter’s online boyfriend? 

All because of that godforsaken long-term mission he never should’ve accepted.  

Since taking this brat under his wing, his life had been nothing but chaos. As a high-ranking officer, he was constantly cleaning up her messes. 

Yesterday, another team leader called to complain about “their Princess” causing trouble. Before he could even message Mi Xiaoliu, Heli had sent another warning about her.  

“Did I not tell you not to take unauthorized missions?! Who said you could run around?!” He grabbed the back of her collar, stopping her mid-escape.  

Easter’s people were still hunting her. If they caught her, she’d be dissected before she knew what hit her. Why was the world cursed with such idiots? Did she inherit Emily’s IQ or something?  

“Gloria,” the girl answered truthfully.  

“What’d she promise you?” Wei Shi recognized the name—he’d done his homework. A rich girl.  

“Hamburger.”  

But Gloria lied. She never gave her one.

“Damn it!” Upon hearing this answer, Wei Shi couldn’t help but kick her in the butt.

Just for a hamburger, she went to steal from the Little Demon King’s house?

Afraid of getting kicked again, Mi Xiaoliu turned and ran.

Wei Shi didn’t chase after her, but instead lowered his head to check and confirm the mission for Team 25, involuntarily frowning.

Subsequently, he transferred 50 yuan to Mi Xiaoliu’s account and sent her the location of a 24-hour KFC.

Incidentally, after confirming that the surveillance cameras had left no trace, he called the police. In a panicked, ordinary citizen’s tone, he reported that a ship had mysteriously appeared at the garbage dump…

And so, when Gloria was caught red-handed by the police, she was both bewildered and gnashing her teeth.

That little brat really just ran off!

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At a certain four-star hotel—compared to Wei Shi’s simple little shack that still needed their own renovations, this place was practically a palace.

Those who say that assassins should live in hidden, shabby places do have some point. But they commit crimes to make big money, and make money to enjoy themselves—why should they live in fear, holed up in a dump-like place?

Of course, daring to stay in such a nice place naturally means having the confidence not to get caught.

“A choice of 50/50: I’ll give you LW1204, which allows you to ‘permanently’ obtain a superpower—though the ability is random. Or, I’ll give you a gun, but it only has six bullets. You might get caught by bodyguards before you even get a chance to fire all of them.”

In the lens, a first-person perspective holds out two hands: in one hand is a vial, in the other a revolver.

Both hands are being used—it’s hard to imagine how he’s holding the camera.

The person who has to make the choice is a boy who looks about eleven or twelve years old, his eyes rimmed with only hatred.

Without hesitation, he snatches the vial and drinks it in one gulp. The scene transitions to a high-end party, the boy waves his hand, hurling fireballs wildly at a fat, oily man in a suit, but he can’t even get close before he’s intercepted by professional bodyguard superhumans.

Then comes a series of gunshots, and a bloody scene too gruesome to watch.

Zhang Zikun quickly paused the footage, panting heavily as if that could save the boy in the video.

“This kid is way too stupid.”

He was referring to the boy’s choice—the superpower serum might give you a useless ability, and you’ll also be tainted with dark elements. If you really want revenge, the gun is a much better deal, if that doesn’t work, you could even try poisoning him secretly?

“Without the ability to shoot fireballs, he wouldn’t even have been able to get into the hall,” Rutherford shook his head, pulling the memory card out of the computer and throwing it into a candy jar.

“Then why couldn’t he just ask you, boss, to help him get revenge?” Zhang Zikun was confused.

“I only gave him two choices,” Rutherford rummaged in the transparent candy jar, but didn’t answer what would happen if the boy didn’t follow the choices he gave.

The jar was packed full of memory cards.

“Speaking of which, something interesting happened recently,” Rutherford took out the organization’s black phone and pulled up Team 42’s file.

Whenever colleagues from the same organization appear in the same city, their boss receives the other team’s information—it’s a way to notify each other and avoid conflict.

He scrolled through a couple of times, pausing briefly at the Hermit’s page—someone highly sought after no matter where you go. Finally, he stopped at the last page.

A thirteen-year-old girl with two thin pigtails, one long and one short.

She looked super cute, making Zhang Zikun involuntarily open his mouth.

She was just his type.

Rutherford poured out all the memory cards, searching through them one by one, and glanced up at the photo on his phone.

“Why does this girl look so familiar?”

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