Calvin smiled as he said, “Hmm, I haven’t seen a person who can do that so easily. Perhaps I should decide for myself. I am protected more than the president of this country. If I choose, no one can even touch the collar of my shirt,” Calvin replied with a smile, looking at his own body with satisfaction, knowing that there were chips in his body that showed his location to his people anywhere he went, an organisation led by Akio, the ruthless spy who could change his appearance.
“How are you protected when you’ve never had a single bodyguard?” Calvin looked to his right, where the man who asked the question, Sebastian, was standing.He was a fierce fighter, and everyone seemed astonished, unable to believe that this person was more protected than even the highest officials in the country, having never seen him with a bodyguard.“You wouldn’t survive even three minutes if you knew how I’m protected. It’s better you don’t know; it will help you stay alive“Noooooooo… No, no, no, my husband cannot leave me so soon!" she cried out in the morgue, her tears flowing uncontrollably. It was a deep wound she wasn’t sure could ever heal. The body inside was her beloved husband Rashid Bakari, who was shot twice in the head, indicating he had been killed."I’m very sorry. Your husband died while defending his country and protecting the lives of millions of citizens. It seems that there were people who wanted to use you to catch those involved in illegal activities, and they wanted to use you to weaken him and, if possible, kill you. He couldn’t allow that to happen, so out of his deep love for you, he sacrificed himself so you could live in peace," Kasisi Chacha said with a dry, stern voice and an expression that showed no sympathy. Eunice wept and embraced the body after learning that her husband had sacrificed himself for her safety. She cried profusely, not knowing how she would continue without him in her life."For your safety and to prote
At the edge of a beach, a car with its windows fully rolled up could be seen. It was unclear who was inside or why they were there at that time of night. After half an hour of silence, the person inside showed no intention of leaving. In the distance, a small convoy of three cars approached the location. The convoy stopped, and men with muscular builds wearing military combat uniforms got out. One of them opened the car door, and a well-dressed man in an expensive suit emerged, heading towards the car that had been there for more than half an hour. The man who arrived with the convoy was the Prime Minister. He straightened his suit, then sat on a chair directly facing the rear window of the parked car. The person inside the car cleared their throat and began to speak."It's been a long time since we've seen or spoken to each other. How are all your responsibilities progressing?" The deep voice penetrated through the slightly open window of the car.“Thing
"Leave me alone, kid! I'm not that old, you're just a young buck trying to age me prematurely, msyuuuuuu!" Ashura responded, pouting her lips and shaking her blessedly beautiful figure as she handed Chris the keys, which made him laugh heartily. She was one of the women he often bantered with. The woman was satisfied with the room and eventually made the payment, leaving it up to her to decide when to move in. After receiving his modest payment, which he considered sufficient, Chris headed back to his hangout spot, whistling loudly to show his joy at earning something from his job, which kept him in the city, and he respected it greatly.As he continued walking, a very expensive car parked in front of him, and two men in black suits got out. Sensing danger, he began to run, but he didn’t get far before he was tripped and punched hard in the neck, knocking him out cold. He woke up from a deep sleep half an hour later."Where am I? Open up! Open up!" Chris banged on the door angrily a
"Finding out where you live was the easy part. When I came back from America, I was superior to all of you. I've been monitoring you closely for a long time, and I know you well. My issue with you is this: why were you running from me when we've never even met before? I came to your business as a regular customer," Baruan said, glancing around at the luxurious lifestyle Roland led while pretending to live in hardship."I don't do business with people who seem suspicious to me. Now tell me what you want," Roland replied, his voice steady but clearly anxious."You're quite confident, but you don't understand the consequences. Do you really think you'll get out of here alive? You have a very short life ahead of you, but I might reconsider letting you live if you answer my two questions truthfully. First, what happened behind the scenes that made me believe my wife was dead, and where has she been all this time? Second, did my wife really want me to believe she was dea
“You dog, how dare you touch my wife?" Baruan's voice frightened Roland, who continued to cry silently as he witnessed his leg being thrown away like a carcass."I had no choice, and it wasn't out of malice. I was there to ensure her safety as well as her security," Roland replied, stuttering through intense pain."How did she live here after returning, and how many people have you done this to?" Baruan asked forcefully, glaring at Roland with intense anger."I have never witnessed this being done to anyone else but you. The chief said you were very important to the nation. Since she had studied information technology, when she finished, we returned and the chief hired her as his secretary at the State House. My job ended there, and I have never received any more information about her," Roland had lost hope and was praying that Baruan wouldn't take his life."And how did that young man end up living with her in his house?" Baruan asked, gripping his knife firmly."I don't kno..." Rola
“Young man, if you ever see tomorrow’s sun again, you will be very fortunate to live a long life on this earth. You’ve made a grave mistake in your life,” Mr Chacha said to the officer who without looking at him, shoved him out of the car.“Chief,” came the voice of the police station commander, who was saluting Mr Chacha respectfully as he emerged from the station to head in Chacha’s direction. He was shocked to see the old man handcuffed, but Mr Chacha didn’t respond. The chief had to unlock the cuffs himself, knowing very well who the man before him was.“Is this how you train your men to be? undisciplined in their work?” Mr Chacha asked in a deep, grating voice as he was briefly restrained. The officers and the one who had ordered Chacha’s arrest were astonished by the unfolding events and realized that he was a very high-ranking official in the country. They were deeply afraid.“Bang!” The sound of a gunshot rang out as Mr Chacha
“Take off all your clothes and leave everything you have, then run and don’t look back until you get home,” one of them said boastfully while gripping his shiny machete, expertly sharpened by professionals.“Hahahahah,” Calvin laughed heartily, realizing that the men in front of him were just common thieves, not the dangerous individuals he had anticipated.“Fool, you come to our neighbourhood and show arrogance when we tell you what to do. Now you’re not leaving here; you must die. You can’t show disrespect in front of men who own this town,” the thief said with anger, but Calvin ignored him. He took out a bundle of money from his pocket and threw it at them, understanding that their issue was hunger, and then turned to leave.“Hey, beauty, who gave you permission to leave? Take everything out of your pocket—” The sentence was cut short as the thief clutched his stomach, asking his companions for help. The term "beauty" was a severe in
This terrified the three remaining commandos, one of whom was still trying to get the dirt out of his eyes.“Watch out, he’s a monster,” one of them warned, but as soon as he finished his sentence, he realized he was missing a leg. It lay on the ground, and he screamed in pain. His agony didn’t last long as his head was severed from his body, blood gushing from his neck. Calvin stood before them, his sword dripping with blood, his eyes glowing red with a terrifying light. The three remaining commandos, who had been safe until then, were shocked and afraid, thinking he might be a ghost rather than a human being. It was impossible for an ordinary person to disappear like that.This was a combat skill Calvin had learned on his final day in Japan from Hinata Haruto Haru, as part of his last test before being allowed to return home. He was given three minutes to land a single punch on the old master, who used sensory abilities to disappear from an ordinary per