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Morin sat at the desk, calmly scrolling through his phone, selecting names and copying them onto a sheet of paper.
"Is this..." Eyre, influenced by Morin's composure, gradually calmed down as well. He looked at the names and found several that were painfully familiar. "Is this a list of those people?"
"Assassin information is usually confidential," Morin said, nodding as he picked up the paper filled with names.
"But we have people inside the Continental Hotel, so getting this isn't difficult."
"These are the CEOs of all the companies that participated in the bounty on you."
When issuing a bounty to the Continental Hotel, only one identity was required.
The pharmaceutical consortium had done exactly that.
But for the High Table's intelligence organization-the Eye of the Hawk-this kind of thing was trivial to trace.
Especially with a bounty of this scale.
Their job was to investigate every detail to properly assess the price.
Morin had casually mentioned it to Winston.
Not long after, Winston obtained the full list from the Eye of the Hawk and sent it over.
"And now, what I need to do is-"
Morin stopped mid-sentence.
He tilted his head slightly.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a brief flash of flame erupt from the rooftop of a distant high-rise.
Then-
A bullet tore through the air at extreme speed, aimed directly at Eyre.
Morin watched it lazily.
As if it were moving in slow motion.
He even had the time to calculate its trajectory.
In the end, the bullet did its best.
And left only a small white mark on the glass.
"As you instructed," Eyre said stiffly, "we used the most advanced tempered glass. Extra thick."
Only after hearing the impact did Eyre realize there was now a fresh mark on the window.
"The defensive measures I arranged for you are only temporary," Morin said calmly.
"They're supplementary. Don't put too much hope in them."
He squinted slightly as he saw the assassin hundreds of meters away switch ammunition.
"For example, if they had used an armor-piercing round from the start, and if I weren't here-"
Before he finished.
In both Eyre's and the assassin's line of sight, Morin's figure flickered.
The next instant-
Glass shattered.
Metal rang.
Morin had already appeared on the other side.
For him, it was simple.
He stepped into the bullet's path and knocked it aside with his high-tech dimensional wrench.
Effortless.
But for Eyre-
And for the assassin-
It was a shock beyond comprehension.
No human could do that.
Not a single part of it.
"A standard APFSDS round penetrates about six to seven hundred millimeters at two thousand meters," Morin said calmly.
"Against that, extra-thick tempered glass is basically paper."
He picked up the deformed bullet from the floor, walked to the shattered window, and looked through the hole.
The assassin on the opposite building stared back, eyes wide.
Morin smiled and raised the bullet.
The assassin's face changed instantly.
He began packing his equipment.
Retreat.
Eight million dollars?
Whoever wanted it could take it.
He was done.
The assassin's mind was a mess.
What was that thing?
How did he move like that?
How did he deflect a bullet?
Was he even human?
But one thing was clear.
Experience had kept him alive this long.
And that experience said-
If a mission is impossible, run.
Unfortunately, this time, he couldn't.
A bullet curved around a corner and struck him cleanly between the eyebrows.
"I'm truly sorry," Morin said casually, in a tone capable of resurrecting corpses through sheer offense.
"But you're excellent material."
"It'd be a waste not to use you."
"After all, we should practice 'waste not, want not.'"
He nodded toward Carlos in the distance.
Carlos nodded back.
He walked over, placed a small cross on the assassin's forehead, and covered the hole.
Morin's idea.
For their first mission, they needed style.
Memorability.
The cost, however-
Carlos touched the pile of tiny crosses in his pocket.
His eye twitched.
After confirming Eyre was the bounty target, Morin had contacted Carlos and the others, instructing them to bring the assass-
the provisional Templar Knights-and prepare for their first operation.
It was sudden.
But in the end, everyone was doing the same thing.
Killing people.
The difference was purpose.
One side killed to kill.
The other killed to save.
In a way, Morin was guiding these former assassins back onto the path of killing one to save a thousand.
...Wait.
Did the tenets get mixed up?
"Alright," Morin said, turning back to Eyre, who was still frozen.
"As you can see, staying here makes you a sitting duck."
"I'm confident I can protect you," he added, "but that's treating the symptoms, not the cause."
"I'm taking you to the Continental Hotel."
"The Continental Hotel?" Eyre asked.
"Isn't that the assassins' headquarters?"
"Almost no assassin dares act there," Morin replied.
"You'll be safest there."
"And it frees us up to handle the real problem-eliminating the masterminds and the people who issued the bounty, to maintain order."
Morin headed for the door.
"It's a thirty-minute drive."
"How does a short, thrilling ride sound?"
"Are we really just... going out like this?" Eyre hurried after him.
"Of course," Morin replied.
"What else would we do?"
"I mean..." Eyre hesitated.
"No disguises? No hidden routes?"
"Relax, Mr. Eyre."
Morin glanced around as he walked.
"Trust in the power of the Templar Knights."
"This is our debut."
"Nothing will go wrong."