Mercenary’s War Chapter 1595: 1574: Heartache

Chapter 1595: Chapter 1574: Heartache

Karima was over one ter seventy in height. According to her height, Number Thirteen shouldn’t be only around one ter seventy. It turns out Karima was even taller than him. Now Gao Yang understood, Number Thirteen had been starved into this.

Knowing Number Thirteen had a rich background, Gao Yang never imagined that his past could be this tragic. He thought that even if an assassin’s life wasn’t as glamorous as in the movies, it wouldn’t be too terrible either. But seeing Number Thirteen’s deep-rooted fear of hunger, which seed to penetrate his very bones, gave Gao Yang a chill that he couldn’t shake off.

Number Thirteen’s eyes were fixed on the Presidential Palace, holding a small piece of bread in his hand as he slowly said, “Steak has always been the most delicious food in my mind, the best food!”

Number Thirteen turned his head, looked down at the bread in his hand, and said in a deep voice, “Why do I have to eat so fast? Because if I eat slowly, I won’t have anything to eat. For five years, I was barely given the minimum nutrients needed for survival, and three others were as hungry as I was.”

After finishing speaking slowly, Number Thirteen laughed, his face joyful as he said, “I learned how to be an assassin in Europe. My instructor was a woman, a tall Caucasian. She liked to eat in front of us. One ti she was in a good mood, so she threw us an unfinished piece of steak. I grabbed that piece of steak, but before I could eat it, it was snatched away by others. Two girls got hold of that steak. They tore it apart and devoured it instantly. That was when I understood that if you couldn’t beat others, you should at least swallow the steak you snatched so that no one could take it from you.”

“What happened then?”

Taylor asked, both shocked and curious. Number Thirteen smiled and said, “That night, I killed one of the girls. The next morning, I killed the other in front of the instructor, and she didn’t stop .”

Taylor trembled as he said, “This doesn’t conform to training, I an, this doesn’t match the purpose of your organization’s training, right?”

Number Thirteen smiled and said, “No, the Assassin Organization doesn’t rely on having many people. On the contrary, assassins have never been a profession that requires numbers to complete tasks. At the mont I killed the second girl, I understood that my instructor only wanted one student, to be precise, a disciple who could fully inherit her style and traits.”

At this mont, the attendant served the drinks Gao Yang and Taylor ordered. Number Thirteen pointed at the attendant and said in a deep voice, “Bring my appetizer, and get a Moscow Mule.”

The attendant said with a look of surprise, “I’m sorry, sir, we don’t offer…”

Number Thirteen waved impatiently and said, “Go make it!”

Number Thirteen’s gaze intimidated the attendant, who nodded silently and walked away without a word.

Number Thirteen sighed and said in a deep voice, “I know how to make cocktails. She taught . Her favorite was the Moscow Mule, and I like it too.”

Gao Yang felt sothing was off with Number Thirteen, very off. He exchanged a glance with Taylor and saw the sa astonishnt in Taylor’s eyes.

Number Thirteen seed lost in his mories, continuing to murmur, “I tasted steak again a year later. That ti, I killed my last companion with whom I was studying, so she rewarded with a piece of steak. After eating that steak, I officially beca her student. From that day on, I could eat to my fill, eat whatever I wanted, but my physique had already been fixed, and my bone growth was set, never to grow further. From that day, she started teaching what the world’s best food is, how to taste wine. I began to enjoy everything in this world, expensive, rare, and delicious things, but I could never forget the taste of that steak.”

“What happened then?”

This ti the question was from Gao Yang. Number Thirteen shook his head and softly said, “On that day, I truly beca a man with her, and then I could start following her to complete so tasks, so assassination tasks. We were inseparable. Occasionally, we would be apart for a short period. She would teach others makeup, and I would learn so special skills from other instructors, but my instructor was only her.”

Number Thirteen waved his hand, smiling at Gao Yang, “During that ti, I t Lion and dusa. We all knew each other, but we had no friendship because we all knew how the others survived. With us being together, there was no sense of security, so it was better to keep our distance.”

“What happened later?”

“Later, I completed all the tasks with her. She was my master, my partner, my girlfriend, my wife, my mother, my everything.”

Recounting with a fascinated and calm expression, Number Thirteen suddenly stopped until the attendant placed a cocktail and his appetizer in front of him.

After the attendant left, Number Thirteen raised his glass, gazing at the cocktail inside, and softly said, “Luckily they had ginger beer and li. If they couldn’t make a Moscow Mule, I think I would kill soone.”

Draining the glass entirely, Number Thirteen snapped his fingers loudly, pointed at the empty cup, and courteously said to the attendant, “Another one.”

The attendant said nothing, turned around, and left. He seed to notice that his guest was very unusual.

Number Thirteen played with the empty cup with both hands, his face full of fascination as he said, “We were together for a long ti, a very long ti. We killed four people you must have heard of, but you don’t know they didn’t die naturally but were killed by us. Those days were fulfilling.”

Letting go of the glass, Number Thirteen looked again toward the Presidential Palace, lost in thought with a smile for a mont before mumbling, “She liked torturing , and also enjoyed torturing her. One ti, I saw her lying there, her red hair cascading down, enchanting. I suddenly had a strong urge to kill her. This thought had occurred many tis before, but that ti was different, different…”

Gao Yang swallowed and asked in a trembling voice, “Then what?”

Number Thirteen turned around, smiling, “I killed her, slashed her throat with a knife. Blood flowed out, staining her hair, very red, very beautiful.”

After calmly finishing his story, Number Thirteen pointed to a building, “There, in a room on a bed in the Ukraine Grand Hotel. That day was also May twenty-first, just like today.”