May 21st.
Since last night, the sky has been covered with dark clouds, and the moonlight is very thin, with only a little light occasionally shining through the moving clouds.
Even at dawn, I was still drowsy. Soon, a light rain began to fall, a soft drizzle that could be heard from the hazy shadows of the rolling mountains to the dormitory. Above the Federation building, a thick, dark cloud hung in the sky.
Ladybugs sought shelter from the rain in the cracks of the grass, the soil beneath their feet gradually becoming damp.
An airplane, undeterred by the rain, landed on the tarmac.
At this time, many people in the Federation were still asleep.
Several people had been waiting by the tarmac for some time. The one at the front was holding a black umbrella. Despite the damp weather, the person under the umbrella was dressed very lightly, wearing a shirt, a pencil skirt, and high heels.
Raindrops fell from the umbrella, splashing up puddles the size of a palm on the ground. Some water droplets clung to the heels of high heels and slid down the black cylinder.
The person wearing these shoes is Gu Qingwan. At this moment, her expression is cold and aloof, and her eyes are indifferent. She is staring at the cabin door of the plane that has just docked. Her long hair flutters slightly in the cool breeze before falling back onto her shoulders.
She was tasked with waiting here for someone—more precisely, a criminal. Because the person's identity was far from ordinary and posed a significant danger, she had to personally supervise the operation. Gu Qingwan couldn't bear to entrust this task to anyone else, especially since she was the one who had arrested this person in the first place.
The plane's cabin door opened, and the soldiers next to her walked over, armed with guns, standing guard on both sides of the cabin door steps, not daring to relax for a moment.
A slightly thin woman appeared there. She was wearing a dark purple bodysuit, her figure was frail, her long hair was tied up and hung down her back, and her forehead had neat bangs. Her most striking feature was her eyes, which were very beautiful, and one could sense the aloofness and indifference in them.
Even though she had lost an arm, there was a faint... murderous aura surrounding her.
The two escorting soldiers stayed close to her side.
After getting off the plane, she didn't even hold an umbrella and was exposed to the drizzling rain. Her tight-fitting clothes were soon stained with water, but she didn't care at all.
It's clear that this girl isn't Chinese; she just has an Asian face and doesn't look very old.
The soldiers around her were on high alert because she was a professional assassin who had once been tasked with assassinating Jiang Cheng, who was then the president of both the House of Representatives and the House of Councillors.
September, that's her name, a member of the Tokugawa family's assassination squad in the land of cherry blossoms.
The witness who once publicly exposed the assassination plot at a global conference.
As she descended the steps, the clanging of the chains was somewhat jarring.
The soldier took out a key, bent down, and unlocked September's alloy chains. He then took a ring from another person and put it on one of her hands and feet. The remote control for this ring was in Gu Qingwan's hands. As long as it was pressed, September's hands and feet would be blown off in an instant, turning her into a human stick that would have difficulty even walking.
It may sound inhumane, but there's never any need for mercy when dealing with assassins from other countries.
In September, she looked up and saw a woman in high heels slowly walking towards her through the drizzling rain. Her pupils shrank instantly, and she couldn't help but stiffen.
On a cool, moonlit night, the nightmarish memories of the terrifying woman who could move freely among skyscrapers and whose body could sprout mechanical tentacles flooded back into his mind.
In her short life of just over a decade, September had never been afraid of anything. She had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, severing the throats of countless comrades and piercing the hearts of many powerful figures, enduring countless trials. Yet, only this inhuman creation made her tremble with fear when she faced it.
At this moment, she finally understood why China dared to let her leave the cold prison and return to the world.
Because this mechanical woman was monitoring him.
If he showed even the slightest intention to disobey, he would probably be beheaded immediately.
However, during a previous interrogation, Gu Qingwan made it very clear to Jiu Yue that since she was spared, she had to learn to keep her mouth shut and never reveal anything about the robots. If Jiu Yue showed any intention of speaking out, Gu Qingwan would kill her without hesitation, and no matter where she hid, she would not escape her fate of death.
These words sounded very confident, but September dared not doubt them at all. She had a feeling that Gu Qingwan was absolutely capable of doing it.
As top assassins worldwide, the Tokugawa family's elite members possessed exceptional combat skills. Her chosen location on Fengyang Street to assassinate Dean Jiang was seemingly foolproof, yet she was discovered in an instant. During the operation, she was utterly helpless and lost an arm.
This can only mean one thing: Gu Qingwan's strength is countless levels higher than hers.
This September, she still didn't know why she had been specially recruited to the Federation. Logically, an assassin like her should be sentenced to death. Gu Qingwan promised to spare her life if she attended the global conference, but she would have to stay in prison until she died.
September always thought she wasn't afraid of death, but when faced with death, she still seized the chance to live, even if it meant life imprisonment.
Death, how terrible! Nothing is left... You can never see any scenery again... You become a pale-faced corpse, emitting the stench of death, and go into the crematorium furnace. Your skin and bones are burned to ashes, and the ashes become fertilizer to nourish the flowers.
What saddened September the most was that she didn't even have her own name; her only identifier was that she was a member of the Tokugawa family. Her adoptive mother, the only person in the world who remembered her, was also dead.
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