Chapter 174.


    <strong>Chapter 174. A Secret Meeting between a Devil and Assassin. (1/2)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Today was a day that could potentially affect the future of the entire world. It marked an auspicious meeting between me and two assassins. It took quite some time to arrange this meeting as they were always busy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The location, a random back alleyway in the city they’d arranged. More specifically, a hidden back alley bar one could find after descending a set of stairs behind a certain building. It waste into the night, 11:00 PM after my shift at work.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Inside a soundproof room where the contents of our discussion would leak to no one. I took things that seriously as what I would do here could very well result in a global war.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So, what is it you wanted to meet me for that required this degree of secrecy?” A red-haired man with scarlet eyes seated opposite to me asked calmly. His wife was outside keeping a lookout for us so it was only the two of us here. What would be spoken in this room would remain between the two of us. The fewer variables in the equation, the better.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it isn’t something that needs to be taken care of urgently, however, the longer it is put off, the more urgent the situation will be,” I exined.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? What could it be that you would specifically require the assistance of assassins? You’re apletely normal civilian, are you not?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I am… however, it is a matter that could affect not just me, but the entire world. Personally, I don’t give a damn about the world or how many people die as a result of the matter I am about to discuss, the only thing I care about is my own best interests. This matter rtes to an event a few years down the line.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A few years down the line? What event could that be?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“An event that willpletely cripple the global economy as we know it. Many countries will face irreparable damage they will never be able to recover from unless a new mary system is implemented. Global debt will skyrocket to levels unheard of in a very short period of time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When those ominous words left my mouth, Rosa’s father’s eyes gleamed with a razor sharpness to them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You expect me to believe you? That a mere high school brat can predict such an outrageous event? Has the idea of assassins gotten to your head, boy? Do you think you have some fun weapons to y with or something and you’re bored? Assassins aren’t for children to y with, you will only get cut if you wield a weapon beyond your means, boy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I knew you would say that, which is why I have arranged something to convince you of my words. I won’t be able to convince you right away. However, if everything ys out as it should, what I’m about to give you should serve as enough. Consider this a gamble if you will on my part. Whether it pays off, only time will tell.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re going to give me something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, but you must promise not to open it until after the uing election this year.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Which election?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The federal one in this country that will take ce in a little over ten months from now.” I took out an envelope from inside my jacket pocket with the name of the country written on it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? An envelope? This is what you’re giving me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Only open it after the election. You must not open it before. The simple act of seeing the contents may very well alter the end results. Nobody can ever see the contents of this envelope before then. You must promise that you will guard this with your life, keep it where only you know of, and only open it at that time. Nobody may even know of this envelope''s existence. Do you understand?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hoh… that’s quite the intriguing thing to say.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If I am wrong about the major contents of this envelope, you may kill me. There may be small deviations, but I believe the final oue should be set in stone as long as nothing major happens before then.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? So you’re not just pulling shit out of your ass to waste my time? This is something you’re willing to stake your life on?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. I only take on wagers I’m confident in. The final oue is what I’m certain wille to be. There is no way anything I do would change the oue of the results of this. However, what you do as an assassin definitely could, which is why I ask you to not open this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why the need for this to be done in person though? Could you have not sent it over in an encrypted file and provided me with the password at ater date?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And have it potentially be intercepted and have the encryption cracked? No thank you. Even sending this online could change the results. That’s how sensitive the information contained in that envelope is.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. You really sound like a paranoid time traveler.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And if I am?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? You’re saying you’re from the future, boy? That you’ve returned to the past? Haven’t you been reading too many storiestely?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Perhaps. But if the contents within that envelope are correct, I’m sure you’ll find it hard toughter on.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So, boy, what is the nature of your request, and what are you willing to offer as coteral in the event I decide to ept your request after I open this envelope?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My request is… to kill all the researchers of this institution.” I slipped a piece of paper over the table with the institution''s name and location on it before I continued, “All of their research data and samples must be destroyed at all costs. It must be done professionally to ensure nothing leaks or escapes from this institution, so you must go in properly equipped for the job.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Boy… this is by no means a simple task.” When he saw the institution''s name he grinned menacingly at me. “This could easily be enough to start a war if things go south. You think I can go and ept such an insane request so easily?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you don’t, your own livelihood may be affected.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? How so?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Many people will die as a result of their research.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What is their research exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“An... experimental bioterrorism weapon”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What! But that’s been banned by an international treaty!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shhhhh. Of course it’s banned, but there are certain countries that want to rise to power at all costs. They’re simply biding their time while they umte the power to do so. This particr bioterrorism weapon is still in its infancy phases and isn’t really that big a threat to people’s health per se. Though I say that, it will still result in the deaths of millions across the globe, but the true threat isn’t to the health of the people. The true target is the health of the global economy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How the hell can a bioterrorism weapon be used like that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s actually quite clever the way it ys out in the end. As long as they can mitigate the damage to their own country’s economy and dish out even more damage to every other country’s economy through the implementation of government policies to counteract this bioterrorism weapon, they cane out on top. They can do so because of the way their country operatespared to others.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Anyway, there are thousands of hidden little intricacies to the plot they came up with using this bioterrorism weapon. It’s designed in a way to make it seem like it would make a bad bioterrorism weapon when looking at it from the perspective of the olden days. However, times change, and as do the methods of warfare evolve with each sessive generation.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The events in the next few years are only a prelude of what is toe. I don’t believe there is any way to permanently prevent it, it is but an inevitability as a result of human nature’s unbridled desire for power. The most that can be done is to dy it. One day, humans will be confronted by the threat of biological warfare in ways they never imagined possible.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Someone is secretly plotting something nasty for the world’s superpowers, plotting to overthrow the status quo that has been established in this world. Perhaps for personal gain, or perhaps they’re simply bored. Who knows? It’s none of my business anyway, nor do I care what happens to this world.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The only thing that matters to me is that I can live out my life in peace. Their little game will ruin my peaceful life to an extent at least. I’d like to dy their ns if at all possible. At least until Rosa finishes her education degree and can be hired as a teacher. It would be in your best interest to cooperate if you care about your daughter’s future and really don’t want her to be an assassin.”