The art of killing, from beginning to end, is a delicate orchestration. This principle is the essence of Miss Ruequiel's ninjutsu studies, yet it seems she has not grasped its true essence. However, Miss Ruequiel's talent for killing is undeniably exceptional, so even if she acts on whims, she ultimately achieves her objectives. This indeed confirms the saying that talented individuals often do not need to adhere to conventional wisdom. Of course, some basic rules still need to be followed.
As Ruequiel looked at the footage transmitted by the miniature drone in front of her, the pink bubblegum in her mouth gradually expanded, then burst with a pop. Miss Ruequiel's expression remained unchanged. In the footage, Jonas was conversing with a dark-haired girl, seemingly his bodyguard. After a few words exchanged, the girl's face suddenly flushed, and her expression became subtle. Names floated into Ruequiel's mind: Esni Nora, alias the "Black War Goddess," the highest-ranking solo combatant by Jonas's side. Just then, Jonas lifted the girl's hair, saying something with a hint of a smile. Subsequently, the girl, who had instilled fear in countless gang members, shyly lowered her head.
Observing this scene, Ruequiel seemed to detect a scent of love in the air, wrinkling her brow involuntarily. Immediately, she grabbed a notebook nearby and wrote, "Jonas Vettin and Esni Nora may have a romantic relationship, which can be exploited." The relationship between Jonas and Esni was an excellent leverage point. Under the weight of this dual identity, Ruequiel had at least ten ways to separate Esni from Jonas.
Seeing the intimate moments between the two in the drone footage, Ruequiel's conviction in her judgment grew stronger, and she began to expand her assassination plan accordingly. However, this confidence turned into disillusionment that afternoon.
In the footage transmitted by the drone at 6:00 PM, on the black bulletproof car, Jonas was sitting next to a short-haired, valiant-looking girl. Her demeanor was cold, but her gaze toward the man beside her resembled that of a banished celestial, with a hint of melancholy in her eyes. This person she recognized, a figure she had studied carefully before the mission: Eiffel, also known as the "Steward," whose removal would be tantamount to depriving Jonas of his right-hand man.
Seeing this, Ruequiel felt something amiss. Then she saw the end of their conversation. Eiffel cast a glance at Jonas, who just smiled helplessly. Like a scene from a movie, Jonas stopped the car, leaned over from the driver's seat, and got close to Eiffel. Due to the angle, it looked like they were kissing intimately. Ruequiel's mind short-circuited for a moment, and she fell into confusion.
—Why does every woman around him seem to have a romantic connection with him?
To be honest, this scene greatly shocked Ruequiel, leaving her dazed for a long while. She had thought Esni would be the breakthrough, but now it seemed Esni Nora wasn't the only one?
She squinted her eyes, then seemed to realize something.
—He's just a scumbag.
On the first day of meeting, Miss Ruequiel made the most appropriate evaluation of Mr. Jonas.
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Meanwhile, on the black armored car,
In front of Jonas was the face of a girl within arm's reach. He could even see the faint tremble of her eyelashes, the blush on her cheeks as enchanting as the sunset. She closed her eyes slightly, seemingly nervous, her hands tightly grasping the seat beside her, displaying a mix of resistance and anticipation.
Unfortunately, Jonas had to break this picturesque atmosphere himself. As the girl's breath quickened, he spoke, "Miss Eiffel, do you know we're being watched?"
With these words, Eiffel's body stiffened, as if realizing something, her entire being tensing up.
The romantic atmosphere dissipated completely, replaced by a mix of relief and disappointment in Eiffel's heart. Soon, she regained her composure and asked, "Why do you say that, Mr. Jonas?"
"Your upper right field of vision can see a reflection, carefully looking, you'll find it's the lens reflection of a miniature drone... Don't look over there, pretend you haven't noticed anything, don't let them know we've discovered them."
Jonas's tone was calm, as if he were completely detached from the situation. After a pause, he continued, "I sensed something was amiss during the day, and Miss Eiffel also mentioned feeling watched... Unless there's a surprise, someone should be tailing us."
Upon hearing this, Eiffel took a deep breath and asked, "So, what do you need me to do, Mr. Jonas?"
Initially, Eiffel thought Jonas's sudden change in attitude meant he wanted to take her down completely. Now it seemed she had been overly presumptuous. Although she felt a bit disappointed, Miss Eiffel didn't show it and instead earnestly asked what she should do next. After all, at this critical juncture, resolving trouble was the top priority.
"You don't need to do anything, just follow the act."
Jonas's voice echoed in Eiffel's ears, her gaze reflecting the man's handsome face. Strangely, she didn't feel any palpitations.
"Do you still remember how we acted last time?"
Jonas said this as he gradually leaned closer to Eiffel.
With his face magnified in her eyes, Eiffel's feet involuntarily tensed, her hands gripping the seat tightly, as if she wanted to tear the high-end leather seat apart.
Eiffel tried to feign reluctance, but her lips couldn't help but curve upwards.
—Ah, it's just acting.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, perhaps even Eiffel herself hadn't realized that her eyes were already filled with anticipation.
Is this turning fiction into reality, or simply seizing the opportunity?
Jonas didn't know, but his purpose had been achieved.
Their lips met.
And far away, manipulating the miniature drone, Miss Ruequiel would never have imagined that she had become a pawn in such a scenario.