New York, the Smith household.
Jane Smith looked at the crates of arms unearthed beneath the garage.
Combining them with what she had found in the house earlier.
Although she already knew from the company that her husband—who had previously been reported as being on a business trip...
...when he was caught in a crossfire between Mexican drug cartels and accidentally shot and killed—was not a simple man.
But she really hadn't expected it, after being married for several years.
That her husband, whom even Jane herself thought was just a greasy middle-aged man, had actually managed to hide it from her.
"That guy really was an assassin!"
Jane raised an eyebrow, a smile involuntarily appearing on her face.
Two months ago, when she was suddenly told that her husband, who often traveled for work, had been killed by armed cartel members during a conflict in Mexico.
She did feel some sadness in her heart, but not much.
After all, the entire process from meeting her husband, John Smith, to their elopement had only taken a month.
Later, after the initial period of excitement and novelty had passed.
Because both Jane and her husband, John Smith, frequently traveled for various reasons, they spent more time apart than together.
Their already sparse feelings had faded accordingly.
Before her husband's accident, Jane had only had intimacy with him twice in six months.
You have to understand, Jane was not even thirty yet.
In the past, she had frequently visited bars, nightclubs, and such places, intentionally creating chance encounters.
Although Western culture is open, one could see from this glimpse that her relationship with her husband, John Smith, was really nothing special.
She stuffed the weapons she had found back into their hiding place.
Jane stood up, and thinking of the information suddenly sent by the company, a look of contemplation appeared on her face.
John Smith had been confirmed as an assassin from another company called Hicks Consulting Company.
That guy was said to have been killed by a sniper shot from an Asian Assassin of the Continental Hotel during an operation two months ago.
Jane hadn't seen her husband's body before; when she received the news, what she saw was already a small box.
Thus, before today, she truly believed her husband—who often traveled and was supposedly in the liquor trade—had died at the US-Mexico Border after being accidentally caught in a cartel shootout.
Previously, when Jane hadn't learned from the police which cartel factions were responsible for her husband's death.
She had specifically taken time to stay at the US-Mexico Border for a while.
The number of cartel members and their armed henchmen who died randomly at Jane's hands was in the dozens, if not hundreds.
She had originally felt that she had avenged her husband.
As it turned out, that wasn't the case at all.
"An Asian Assassin... the Continental Hotel... could it be him...?"
For some reason, after Jane learned the truth about John Smith's death from her own Assassin Organization.
The first person she thought of was actually that handsome Asian Youth who had left such a deep impression on her.
After all, she had tried to assassinate him three times, and all three times had failed.
After her second attempt to approach him and try to assassinate him failed.
Jane had been captured alive by him, and after being dealt with twice, he had let her go.
Then the third time, when she attacked him again along with her fellow assassins sent by her Assassin Organization.
The result was another failure, and that day Jane was dealt with three more times by him.
Yet, in the end, he had let her go once more.
Perhaps those two experiences were too bizarre and profound.
Since Jane returned from California, she couldn't help but think of that handsome Asian Youth.
Afterward, she even proactively used her Assassin Organization's intelligence system to investigate his identity.
Unfortunately, Jane didn't find much.
As for why she now knew about the Continental Hotel, it was a secret Jane had learned from her Assassin Organization afterward.
It was also because of this that Jane realized her Assassin Organization was actually just a peripheral organization of the Continental Hotel.
Unfortunately, when the Continental Hotel had proactively contacted Jane back then, she had refused directly because she didn't understand the situation.
It wasn't until now that she knew there was such a powerful force in the world.
After quickly relocking the secret weapon cache hidden under her ex-husband's car, Jane left the garage and returned to the house next door.
Passing the dining room, she took a bottle of ice white wine from the wine cabinet and poured herself half a glass.
Walking all the way to the living room, Jane's eyes flashed with a hint of loss as she looked at the empty room.
Her late ex-husband, though he had become increasingly greasy and boring after marriage, had also hidden many things from her.
But at least when he was here before, this place still looked like a home.
Now, she was the only one left in the huge house.
It was not only empty but also very cold and lonely.
"Maybe I should just sell this place."
"Go to Broadway and buy a penthouse."
Jane's gaze swept across the house, and for some reason, this thought suddenly popped into her mind.
In the past, to hide her true income, Jane had always wanted to buy a penthouse where she could enjoy the bustling nightlife of New York.
But she held back and bought a detached house in this medium-to-high-end residential area in the suburbs of New York with her ex-husband, John Smith.
Now that her ex-husband was dead, after experiencing a boring marriage, Jane no longer had any thoughts of remarrying.
At least for the short term, she didn't think she would consider getting married again.
Just as she sat down in the living room, Jane heard the doorbell ring.
For a while, because of her ex-husband's accidental death,
Many neighbors living nearby, who had become familiar with the couple, would occasionally drop by to comfort Jane.
Although Jane found it annoying, she didn't want to easily expose the identity she had maintained for several years.
So, after frowning, she got up and walked toward the front door.
When she reached the door, Jane subconsciously looked through the peephole on the alloy security door.
The next moment, her eyes suddenly widened.
"...How could it be him?"
Through the peephole, Jane actually saw a handsome Asian Youth standing outside her door.
The youth was tall and exceptionally handsome, wearing a well-fitting casual suit, giving off the feeling of an Eastern prince stepping out of a fairy tale.
But if it were just an ordinary handsome Asian man, it wouldn't have made Jane so agitated.
Because she recognized the visitor as the mysterious Asian Youth killer she had just suspected might have killed her ex-husband.
Besides, even if this handsome Asian Youth wasn't that Asian Assassin from the Continental Hotel,
Just the fact that she had tried to assassinate him three times before, had fallen into his hands twice, and had been handled several times.
Jane felt that there was absolutely nothing good about this man finding this place and coming to see her of his own accord.
In an instant, she reached out and lightly tapped a part of the wall near the door.
The next moment, a mechanism activated, slowly revealing a pistol Jane had hidden there.
She quickly grabbed the gun, skillfully checked the magazine, and turned off the safety.
With her other hand, Jane grabbed the door handle, pulled slightly, and the door opened...
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