Michael then made his way down the elevator with a black guitar case strapped on his back.
“Summer is approaching,” Michael said as he started humming in a summery tone.
Ding!
The elevator door opened before him and Michael walked out and made his way before a masculine looking car.
“My parents are truly rich, huh? Is this a new car?” Michael said as he stared at the vehicle before him.
The vehicle before him is a black Jeep ’Rebel’ with a bit of red here and there.
“But why did mom bought me a car though? Was there an occasion or something that I did not know of?” Michael tilted his head and slowly made his way inside the car, and put the guitar case on the backseat.
“Huh? What the heck?” Michael suddenly realized a problem the second he sat down.
“What the heck!? How do I freaking start this stupid vehicle!?”
He suddenly felt frustrated, because in the many years during his travel as a world-renowned assassin, he had never experienced something like this.
“There’s not a freaking keyhole or even a start button! Whoever designed this car, f*ck him!”
Suddenly, he felt like an idiot all this time on looking for how to start this car when he could have just called Tom from the beginning.
Meanwhile.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Tom looked at the phone beside him and saw that Michael is calling him.
“Ohh? Why is he calling me when he had just left?”
He mumbled and took the phone and answered it, “What is it, son?”
[Uhh…I have a bit of a problem here] Michael replied from the other side of the phone.
“So what is it?” said Tom while his eyes are still focused on the tv show in front of him.
[I..uhh. How do I start the car?]
“…”
[Old man? Are you there?]
It got quiet for a few seconds, then Tom’s eyes widened in disbelief before he burst into a fit of laughter.
“Hahaha! Oh my god! Honey! I told you that Michael wouldn’t know how to start the friggin car! I won the bet! Mwahaha!”
On the other side of the phone.
“Old man? Are you there?”
Michael looked at the phone in his hand when he’s not hearing anything from the other side.
[Hahaha! Oh my god! Honey! I told you that Michael wouldn’t know how to start the friggin car! I won the bet! Mwahaha!]
Then Michael just heard Tom laughing his ass off from the other side of the call.
[Ughh…here’s a hundred bucks!]
Michael heard Alice groaning in displeasure from the other end of the call. He rigidly stretched his neck as he suddenly felt really annoyed, and at the same time, irritated at the fact he had once ridden at least over a hundred of different car models and specifications, and up until now, he had never encountered a car like this before!
“Are you done?” Michael said as his voice turned icy.
[Hahaha, Oh my god. It’s a voice-activated car brat. Just say, ’Engine Start’ towards the steering wheel. That’s it]
[Kwahaha! You just made my day son!]
Tom tried to stifle his laughter, but in the end, he still couldn’t help but burst into a laugh.
Click!
Michael quickly ended the call as he doesn’t want to hear Tom’s annoying voice a second longer.
Micheal leaned his face towards the steering wheel and said with a little bit of embarrassment on his face.
“Engine…start”
Vroom!
The moment Michael said those words, the vehicle quickly brimmed into life like a sleeping beast that had just awakened from a deep sleep.
*Coughs!*
“This car just made me look really ignorant” Michael sighed helplessly.
“At least the controls are still the same” Michael mumbled as he quickly adjusted the gear and drove towards the exit.
Meanwhile.
At the presidential suite of Zebran Hotel.
“When will the men that my mother sent here arrive?” Steve said with a bit of impatient tone.
Jack bowed towards him and said, “They will arrive here in two hours sir”
Steve grinned, and then when he remembered the face of Michael in his head, his pair of eyes flashed with a cold glint as his smile became colder by the second.
“Michael, wasn’t it? I will-”
Shatter!
Boom!
Then the sound of a glass shattering occurred, followed by a muffled explosion as blood and gore flew in every direction of the once luxurious room.
“Si…sir”
Jack wiped off the blood and small pieces of flesh from his face and started to stutter when he saw the scene before him.
“SIR!” Jack screamed in anger as he slowly knelt on the floor.
“My lord!”
The bodyguards inside the room all yelled in shock and horror, as they stared at the headless corpse of Steve, who was just very much alive a few seconds ago.
Thud!
Steve’s headless body swayed from side to side for a second before it fell to the floor like a puppet that had just gotten its strings cut off.
“We…we’re doomed!”
“We’re dead! Her Highness…would surely kill us!”
One of the bodyguards started laughing like a maniac as his eyes were filled with absolute horror and fear.
….
“I told you I’d kill you, as I will kill anyone who harbors any thoughts of killing me. Sadly, you were one of them”
Michael took off his attention from the scene he had just made and shrugged his shoulders and started to disassemble the sniper rifle into the guitar case.
Michael is currently on top of the ongoing construction of a twenty-story building, which is just less than two kilometers from the maximum range of the rifle.
And then he slowly made his way down the building like nothing happened, he wasn’t even worried that he would leave some evidence around the building, and he even asked Tony to disable the CCTV cameras around the street around this place so that he truly wouldn’t leave a single clue behind this deed.
Of course, Michael also didn’t forget to confirm the kill on his phone.
“I guess, I’m quite rich this time” Michael chuckled while walking down the stairs.
A little less than two hours later, a piece of shocking news came out that swept throughout the country, and maybe even the entire world.
“We had just received a report that Princess Violet’s son, Sir Steve, had been assassinated inside his room two hours ago today, and the culprit behind this incident is still unknown due to the fact that he was killed from a distance. Further news of this incident will be reported a litter later when we have more detailed information about this startling incident!”
“Just who could be so merciless to kill the son Princess Volet, who was known for her magnanimous heart?”
….
“My son…my son…is dead!?”
A blonde-haired woman around mid-forties angrily yelled at the man before him, who is dressed in butler clothing.
“Yes, my lady. Police Director Jones from Northern Rica Principality had personally sent this news to us” the butler wasn’t even perturbed as he just calmly answered her question.
“Who…who killed my son!?” Volet stood up from her chair and yelled, as her eyes turned bloodshot and her body started trembling in immense anger at the news.
“There’s still no news about the person behind it, my lady”
“Find him! Find him even if you need to scour the entire world! I want the person behind the death of my son…”
“DEAD!”
