Dear reader , that was fast , but there is the remake of the novel ... Enjoy !!!
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In a sleek, modern tower, two figures was present , one lay sprawled on the floor, a mask of blood obscuring his face, while the other clutched a pistol tightly.
*Piou Piou*
"ARGH!!" The wounded man howled as the bullet found its mark, grazing his leg.
"Who are you? Who sent you?" He spat out the words, his voice tinged with fury, as he locked eyes with his masked assailant.
Today, he had a crucial rendezvous with one of his partners, yet upon arrival, this relentless assassin had been lying in wait, swiftly dispatching his bodyguards.
*Piou Piou*
"F*ck!!!" He cursed loudly as another bullet tore into his other leg.
Ignoring the searing pain in his legs, the blood-soaked man on the floor stared defiantly at his assailant, who stood over him, toying with the pistol.
"I CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING!!! WOMEN!! MONEY!!! BUT SPARE ME !!!! " he offered with a weak smile, revealing his golden tooth.
"You can offer all the women and money in the world" said the assassin with a cold, calculated tone "but it won't save you from what you did to me." He raised the pistol menacingly, pointing it at the man's face.
"I don't even know you !!" he said, frustration evident in his voice.
"Allow me to share a gripping tale," the assassin declared, dramatically pulling a chair and settling into it. "Once upon a time, a young man embarked on a mission to reclaim his beloved, a prized possession that had just been released in a limited edition, boasting a brand-new appearance and a cutting-edge beauties .
His heart filled with hope as he held her in his arms, but fate had a cruel twist in store for him.
Out of the shadows, a sleek black car screeched to a halt before him, and a young child emerged, flanked by their imposing bodyguards.
Sensing danger, the young man made a desperate dash down a dark, foreboding alley, hoping to escape the impending threat.
But destiny had other plans. The child's piercing gaze locked onto him, and with a wave of their hand, they commanded their goons to seize his beloved and toss her into the car.
Abandoned and left battered, both mentally and physically, in the unforgiving darkness of that narrow alley, he swore an oath of vengeance ' to kill that brat '."
"Did the kid do a good thing or a bad thing?" inquired the assassin, addressing the wounded man on the ground.
"A bad thing!" the man groaned, his voice laced with pain.
"Are you sure?" the assassin asked, a hint of sadistic satisfaction in his tone, as he rose and approached the gunshot wound and pressing down on the gunshot wound.
"Argh! I... I... ARGH!!! I DON'T KNOW!!!" the man cried out, his agony palpable.
"So, you don't know... What about the name of the child? It's Raven..." said the assassin, his voice filled with an unsettling mix of menace and curiosity.
Gradually, the man on the ground started to assemble the narrative fragments. On that particular day, his son, Raven, had come back home with an enigmatic box of toys.
The man's heart had swelled with pride because, for the first time, Raven had assumed a superior stance over the common people.
As those pieces of the puzzle fell into place, he comprehended everything. However, he couldn't fathom the connection between the assassin and the young man who had been robbed...
He decided to speak up, his voice trembling with a mix of desperation and conviction. "My son, he never hurt anyone. He just stole a mere box of toys, and he didn't even kill that young man."
Suddenly, the assassin shot the man's left hand, causing him excruciating pain. He spoke with a cold, murderous, and menacing tone, "A mere box of toys, you said?" He pulled the trigger on the man's other hand. "That box of toys was a ****ing limited edition of Gunpla for only 299 bucks, you ****er! Now, die!!!!"
The assassin fired a shot into the man's head, ending his life right before him. He retrieved a device from his pocket , speaking through his communication channel, "Mission accomplished... And you better don't forget to add the bonus for making me work late."
[ Understood, 02. We'll be in touch for your next mission soon... ] replied the voice on the other end of the comms, then ending the connection.
The assassin let out a frustrated breath and muttered, "For a mere box of toys... He didn't know how precious that Gunpla was to me."
But his tone inexplicably intensified. "FOR A MERE BOX OF TOYS... THAT WAS A LIMITED EDITION!!!! ARGH!!!! AND ON TOP OF THAT, YOUR SCUMBAG SON DIDN'T EVEN TAKE CARE OF IT!!!" He kicked the lifeless body in frustration.
[Bzzz Bzzz.... RUN 02, you have been discovered!!!] a voice exclaimed urgently through the comms.
Outside the tower, the sirens of police cars could be heard approaching, drawing nearer and nearer.
"F*ck, f*ck" the assassin muttered, quickly assuming a crouched position. With a burst of adrenaline, he sprinted toward a nearby window, shattering it to make his escape.
The assassin swiftly deployed his wingsuit, gliding away from the scene with incredible speed. As he soared through the night sky, the distant sound of gunshots echoed behind him.
It seemed the police were determined to bring him down. Bullets whizzed by, narrowly missing him as he weaved and twisted through the air, determined to evade capture and disappear into the darkness.
As the assassin continued his desperate flight through the night, one of the bullets found its mark, striking his wingsuit and causing it to lose altitude rapidly.
Panic surged through him as he plummeted towards the ground, the city lights growing closer and more menacing with every passing second. With incredible effort, he managed to regain some semblance of control and landed on the highway.
But just as he touched down, he heard the blaring horn of an approaching truck, its headlights bearing down on him.
*Beep Beep!*
The truck slammed into him with full force.
As the truck collided with the assassin, a flurry of thoughts raced through his mind. "Is this how I'm gonna die, hit by a truck... am I going to be isekai-ed? Argh, it hurts... F*ck, I didn't even finish building my new Gunpla, the one I created myself..."
Pain surged through his body, but amidst the chaos and agony, he clung to the hope that he might somehow survive this unexpected turn of events. Summoning the last reserves of his strength, he whispered in a feeble voice, "Call an . AMB.. pla..." Those were his final words in this world.
A few moments later, the driver of the truck got out , confirming the death of the assassin and spoke through a communication device, "02 is dead..."
The somber announcement hung in the air, marking the end of the assassin's perilous journey.
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In the night sky, filled with stars, shooting stars streaked across the expanse.
Inside a futuristic mansion, a young girl knelt in prayer, her eyes fixed on the shooting stars. "Please protect my grandpa and my papa..." she whispered, her voice carrying her hopes and wishes into the cosmic expanse above.
In another mansion, an orphan, a young man, was overwhelmed with sadness after losing his parents. Tears streamed down his face as he felt utterly helpless.
However, beside him, a girl from the orphanage gently placed her hand on his shoulder, seeking to comfort him. She didn't say a word, but her warm presence and silent support were a balm for his broken heart.
Nearby, a young man lay in bed, his eyes trembling as if he was experiencing a nightmare. "No... No... COME BACK... MY GUNPLA... HAAA," the agitated young man said, just waking up from a strange dream he had just had.
The young girl, who had been comforting the young man grieving the loss of his parents, approached the other young man and, in a reassuring tone, asked, "Are you okay, brother?" She then hugged him to provide further comfort. "Don't worry," she said, "we'll be alright. We are safe now."
Far from the peaceful scene, the night was pierced by the cacophony of gunshots that echoed through the air. Beasts howls and cries of desperation filled the darkness as metallic men lay wounded on the ground, with metal pieces scattered everywhere.
"Maintain formation! DON'T FALTER! DON'T DESPAIR! SASAGEYO!! FOR THE HOMELAND!" shouted the man, brandishing his blade high in the air as he charged towards the beast.
The man's rallying cry echoed through the chaos, and the other metallic men on the battlefield immediately fell into formation, their movements synchronized with military precision. They formed a formidable line behind their leader, each one determined and unyielding in the face of the oncoming threat.
"FOR THE HOMELAND!" they shouted in unison, their voices resolute as they charged forward alongside their fearless commander. The clanging of metal against flesh filled the air as they engaged the monstrous adversaries in a fierce battle, their determination unwavering.