Day 3 of failing to pass the checkpoint

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Don't go too far.

To be honest, are humans worse than dogs?

Adrian couldn't help but wag his tail.

The tall young man in front of him stood frozen in place, his bearded face expressionless, his blue-green eyes deep and cold.

The only constant across both gears is that conspicuous J-shaped scar.

He's a boss I'm not very familiar with, a boss I haven't been involved with in the past.

Adrian raised his forelimbs, manipulating the body to approach the boss step by step.

He was recalling how adorable puppies on TV behaved.

Wagging its tail.

He lay down on the ground, exposing his belly.

Then I started sobbing.

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Damn it, people are treated worse than dogs!!

Peter stood there and witnessed the puppy's series of actions that charmed humans. Any normal person would immediately squat down and frantically pet the dog, accompanied by unconscious squeaking sounds.

Unfortunately, Peter was a truly strong-willed man.

Even though the hook was twisted into a pretzel, it remained unmoved and even tried to turn around and leave the scene.

? ?

Why don't you touch him?

Adrian checked the favorability rating; it was steadily increasing, so...?

Just as Peter was about to leave, the adorable little dog, who had been lying on the ground without any threat, suddenly jumped up and, to Peter's astonishment, bit his trouser leg hard.

A dog that bites doesn't bark.

Peter's face was somber, and for the first time since he woke up, he showed an expression that was different from his usual negative emotions.

Adrian didn't bite hard; he just used his teeth to bite through Peter's trouser leg.

"Good dog, good dog, let go of my pants, okay?"

How can a dog not be considered a good dog if it doesn't bite its flesh?

A warm, large hand stroked Peter's head and back. Peter felt that if the puppy didn't let go of his mouth, he could bite it forever.

If Adrian were to answer yes, unless:

"Woof woof woof woof."

Take him with you.

Adrian became depressed after realizing what he had done. How do humans and dogs communicate?

You bark, I bark?

"Take you away? Oh, I'm sorry, I might not be able to take good care of you, at least I can't give you a stable home."

"Woof woof woof woof."

How do you know the puppy doesn't want to be a stray with you, sir?

Just as Peter was about to have his pants bitten back up, he made a move with zero frames, grabbing the puppy's muzzle just as Adrian was about to bite him.

"Eek."

Whimpering won't solve anything unless he stops biting him; Peter felt heavy-hearted.

I don't know why, but whenever I see a puppy, I think it's just so cute.

He didn't remember liking small animals, but looking into the puppy's wet, round eyes, Peter felt that there was a reason why he liked it.

Peter pointed a finger at the puppy and said, "You're not allowed to bite me if I put my hand down."

To outsiders, Peter, who seemed like an abnormal person trying to negotiate with a dog, was seriously discussing things with the puppy.

Okay, okay.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief when he was relieved that his pants weren't bitten again after his mouth was released. Like any human captivated by a dog, he started asking the puppy silly questions.

"Poor little dog, are you lost or a stray? Do you remember the way home...?"

Since the puppy was created out of thin air, Adrian decided to let it be an orphan.

"Woof woof woof woof."

"Okay, I'll call you that for now..."

"Let's call him Adrian."

Peter blurted out, searching his memory but finding nothing, "God, could we have known each other before... I'm really overthinking it."

Peter shook his head, muttering to himself that since losing his memory, he was either mentally confused or paranoid. He had only recently arrived in Mexico, so how could the puppy know him?

"Woof."

When Adrian heard the amnesiac version of the boss call out his name, it was as if he had seen a ghost; his furry face concealed his guilty conscience.

The fact that the underlings from the previous level came chasing after you doesn't count as a form of acquaintance.

Using various tricks, the puppy found a sucker to pay for his meal, and the little brother returned to his boss's side.

And so, the man and his dog walked up the steps.

"Once the mission is complete, I'll find you a good family to marry into..."

His response was a loud barking.

The real puppy can't understand human speech, so how could the fake puppy not understand it? Adrian was very dissatisfied with this.

*

Sniper rifle?

Adrian watched as his boss pulled a wire from his pocket, pried open the rooftop door in a few quick movements, and then rummaged through the nooks and crannies to find parts one by one, eventually assembling them into a sniper rifle.

What a multi-talented boss!

Adrian squatted on the ground, wagging his tail, then froze, becoming more and more like a dog.

Never mind, the little dog wagging its tail gracefully ran to its boss's side and lay down to watch him adjust the sniper rifle.

“Oh, Ali, this isn’t something a puppy should see,” Peter said, pushing the puppy’s head away to prevent it from seeing inappropriate or violent images.

"Waaaaah."

"Oh, don't whine to me, just stay by my side obediently."

Peter firmly pushed the puppy's head away once again.

Adrian thought: Acting cute? Pleasing the boss has become ingrained in his DNA, so you can't blame him.

Through the scope, a long convoy drove into the martial law-bound streets, and bodyguards in matching black suits opened car doors and rushed towards one of the vehicles.

That was the assassination target.

Peter recalled the information gathered about the target.

John Mosisson, ostensibly a wealthy Russian businessman with a passion for philanthropy, actually associates with multiple gangs in Mexico, acting as a fence-sitter and attempting to maximize his profits by playing both sides.

It's all gone wrong now.

John, the protagonist who was killed by the assassin, was sweating profusely in the carriage.

"Mr. Judith, you have to help me! I work for the madam, and now the big boss wants to kill me. You have to save me!"

"Don't worry, we will do our best to help our companion, and Mr. John probably thinks so too."

"Of course, of course, Mr. Judith, I have shed blood and done great deeds for Madam. God can attest to my loyalty. You must save me. Only Madam can save me from the big boss."

Thinking of how the big boss treated traitors, John quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and continued to plead, determined to get a stronger guarantee from Judith, this cold-blooded executioner.

Judith's words implied a deeper meaning: he couldn't control the situation; all he wanted now was to get through the immediate crisis and survive.

Judith brushed away John's tightly gripping hand; the slight sweat stains on the expensive, silky fabric displeased her.

"Your men are here. Let's discuss how to escape from the big boss once we get to the villa."

John: "Yes, yes..."

John stood respectfully by the car door waiting for Judith to come out, but less than half a minute later he was startled and went back into the car.

Judith also heard the commotion outside the car. He stared intently at John, this seemingly honest guy with a big belly.

The big boss is determined to kill him; does he still have any use to him?

Completely unaware of Judith's thoughts, whom he considered his lifeline, he was yelling at the driver to run.

The fight was raging outside the one-way glass.

Another group of assassins, lying in ambush on the street, rushed out the moment John opened the car door.

There were no grand, earth-shattering plans, only simple, straightforward battles.

The big boss didn't want John to die in obscurity; he wanted to send a warning to all the traitors—

Traitors shall not meet a good end!

"There are others, boss!"

"Avoid direct confrontation."

...

Peter adjusted the aim of his scope. "Ali, there are a lot of weirdos here."

The puppy couldn't understand. If Adrian had known that other little red dots were approaching, he would have pricked up his ears and pretended to be on guard.

John finally escaped the boss's encirclement and attack under the protection of his men, and Peter also dealt with the sniper hiding in the high place.

"Ali, we should head to our next location."

"Woof."

*

John had no time to relax after escaping when Judith, who had been protecting him, suddenly attacked.

"I'm going to report you to the madam!"

John had been on guard against Judith all along, and it has to be said that his preparations were useful; otherwise, he would be rolling his eyes at Satan instead of clutching his arm.

Judith: "Report me? You haven't forgotten what you did, have you? Or should I help you remember?"

Those who try to have their cake and eat it too will eventually capsize, and Judith disdains wasting her breath on such opportunists.

He was also a fence-sitter who brought benefits and losses to his wife.

John broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that Judith must know something, and he couldn't let Judith go back alive.

"Lady Judith, there must be a misunderstanding. I am loyal to the lady. If it weren't for her, how could I dare to offend the big boss!"

"Let's talk about any grievances in the afterlife."

"If I'm going to die, I want to die knowing why. Who wants me dead?"

Judith continued shooting John, saying, "John, blame yourself for not being useful enough. Since you are so loyal to the lady, do one last thing for her."

"No, you can't do this to me."

John's face hardened.

"Come out. I know you're here. Didn't you want to use me to bribe the big boss? If you kill him, I'll go with you."

Judith gripped the wooden stick tightly and looked nervously toward the alleyway from which the noise was coming from.

A stray dog ​​slowly passed by the alleyway where the two had been paying close attention.

Judith sneered: "Big boss? Even if the big boss himself came today, I would still kill you!"

John was heartbroken.

Just then: "Ali told you not to wander around... Oh, it's an acquaintance."

The person who came was so tall that he almost blocked out the light at the alley entrance.

On the other hand, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

"Helam, how dare you!"

Pete clutched his abdominal wound, his face contorted with anger and resentment.

The lowly people who were once easily suppressed by him and then grateful to him for small favors actually dared to lay a hand on him!

Isn't he afraid his uncle will come after him?

If Peter were there, he would be astonished that the Masked Man, who was used to fawning over Pete, would actually endure such humiliation.

Consider that Hailam is a masked man; he should be enduring humiliation and hardship.

"I'm sorry, boss, all the brothers are dead. It would be cruel to myself to let such a great opportunity pass by."

Only after the obsequious lackey stood up did he realize that the ordinary-looking face revealed a strange cruelty.

“I didn’t kill you, Peter did.”

After Peter died with his eyes wide open, Hylam muttered to himself, "I'm in a difficult position, but it's okay, what's yours will soon be mine, and your grudge is my grudge."