My Daughter is an Assassin

That night, Judith was in her room at the camp, looking out the window at the scenery.

No one knew what she was thinking. She looked at the starry night sky, and all she could think about was her deadbeat father.

Every time she left home and went somewhere, she thought about her father.

Ten years ago, she was alone and abandoned in the snow. It was he who came to her and took her home.

She didn't have any flaws or mental illness, but her biological parents had abandoned her anyway.

Fortunately, she met her father. He really loved her and took care of her. But his expression when they first met was very cold. Until… 

She would never forget the moment when Borg looked at her. His eyes had turned from cold to warm, just like the stars and the sun in the sky.

So, every time she saw the starry sky, she would think of her father.

But now, another name appeared in her mind…

Judith didn't know what he looked like. She only knew his code name: Asura!

Through today's small talk, she once again heard the code name: Asura. When she first entered the world of assassins, she did not care about the so-called legends.

However, after she gradually made her way through the world and began to know the legend of this person, how could she not be competitive? 

Therefore, she was fantasizing about what kind of person this person was and how he created so many legends…

As she thought about it, she felt a little sleepy. She became drowsy and began to nod off.

In her dream, she saw the man called Asura, and he used his abilities to defeat her!

But what Judith didn't know was that in reality, the man called Asura was scolded by her every day and suffered from her bullying!

***

On a plane in the sky, a young man sneezed twice!

"Achoo! Achoo!"

"F*ck, who's scolding me?" Borg complained after sneezing. 

He was in the first-class cabin. The stewardess rushed over and asked if he needed any help.

"I'm fine. But I could do with a cup of hot water."

He had not drunk in a long time and needed to quench his thirst.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." After receiving Borg's reply, the stewardess went to get him some water.

She did not think that this person would order such a thing. 

Borg shook his head. "They call this a first-class cabin! I've been in dive bars with more luxury!"

He had really been cheated this time, choosing such an airline…

Soon, hot water was served, and Borg ordered several steaks.

The stewardess rolled her eyes, but there was nothing she could do, and she could only go and prepare the steaks. 

Just like that, Borg ate a good meal on the plane. His eating style shocked everyone around him.

They had never seen such a glutton. He scoffed plate after plate. He almost ate all the food on the plane.

It was as if he had not eaten for days. It was too scary.

But it was not surprising. Because he had lived a poor life at home for too long. It was rare for him to be so impudent now. 

***

The next morning, a hundred assassins had gathered. When everyone was present, the instructor began to assign tasks.

This mission was relatively difficult. Everyone needed to go to the African wild region and survive for three days!

After hearing about this mission, no one looked happy. They all had strained expressions on their faces.

The African wild region was notorious for containing ferocious beasts! Moreover, all kinds of beasts called this place their home, including lions, leopards, and hippos!

If one was not careful, one might die here! Easily! 

When the instructor saw their expressions, he had no reaction at all.

As an assassin, especially a top-notch assassin, you had to protect your life and safety.

If you could not do this, then the assassin profession was not suitable for you.

If an assassin couldn't protect their own life, how could they take other people's lives?

Every mission was extremely dangerous. No matter what kind of mission it was, it would attract danger.

And certain targets posed greater risks. 

And the people/targets who attracted the most danger were the celebrities in society. They usually had a lot of extraordinary bodyguards around them.

These bodyguards were one of the many obstacles an assassin would face on a mission, usually hindering their movements.

So, although the killer profession was very high income, the risk factor was also very high.

The instructor handed equipment out to these young killers.

A dagger, a backpack, a kettle of water, an electronic button, and a first aid kit.

"If you need to withdraw from the competition, or if you need help, then you can press this button," the instructor said. 

"The headquarters will arrange for people to come to the rescue.

"However, if you do that, it means that you have failed the mission in this assessment!

"If you lose the opportunity to continue in the competition, you will also be eliminated.

"Therefore, you cannot press this button unless it is an emergency.

"Everyone, get in the car!" the instructor shouted loudly.

After hearing the rules, everyone began to organize their equipment. 

***

At this time, in another country in Africa, a plane landed, and a young man with a mouthful of steak came out of it…