I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 18 An Unexpected Enemy
Accident, huge accident!

Harold was very dissatisfied with what happened today and wanted to curse his boss who assigned him the task.

This fat guy who should have met the God of Light a long time ago, first arranged to kidnap a smuggler in the morning, saying that this guy was related to the empire's border strategic plan and could not be killed but could only be captured alive.

Because of the requirement to capture the target alive, Harold and his two subordinates attacked the target in the safe house, but they never killed the target.

This gave the smuggler an opportunity to find a prop that would emit a large amount of smoke and escape.

The failure of this mission caused the fat man to scold Harold for several minutes. He also had his own grievances.

I am the ace killer of peace doves, a killer!

A killer's job is to assassinate, not kidnap. If you want to arrest someone, why don't you find the police in Neama?

They are the top villains responsible for kidnapping and extortion in Neama City!
Unfortunately, Harold's immediate superior is an airborne leader who doesn't understand how a killer's job is done. He only mindlessly assigns tasks and complains about his subordinates.

The first mission failed, and Harold originally thought that he could get some rest time, but he never expected that in the afternoon of the same day, the fat man sent someone to deliver a portrait with an address and a message.

“The target of the last mission is right here with him, you must kill these two people.

Then, bring back the body of the second mission target, send it to the Noble City through a secret passage, and abandon it on the road where Grand Prince Bagnia is returning to his residence after leaving the ball before midnight."

The requirements of the task were strange, but Harold, who had been trained since childhood, did not ask any unnecessary questions. He just secretly complained in his heart about his boss's unreliability.

The mission was too hasty and time was too tight, so Harold, who was responsible for the specific execution of the mission, had no way of making too many detailed preparations.

But there is no way, the mission is the mission.

Harold could only take two subordinates to the temporary base arranged by his immediate superior to rest. There was also a secret passage leading to the Noble City in this house, which would be the key for him to carry the corpse and avoid the guards of the Noble City.

The killer captain planned to rest until late at night before taking his men to carry out the mission.

He knew that his mission was to go to a black clinic every night to treat the poor, and this black clinic was not far from the temporary base, only a twenty-minute ride by horse-drawn carriage.

Considering the distance, Harold believed that a break would not delay the mission.

But man proposes, God disposes. Harold and his men were sleeping soundly around the brazier in the house when they suddenly heard the strange sound of a dog's paws scratching the ground in the yard outside. Then a bandit came out of the temporary base cursing.

Harold did not stop the bandits. When he realized something was wrong, he picked up a piece of wood and gently covered the brazier with it, blocking out the faint light of the charcoal fire and plunging the empty house into darkness.

The situation outside is unclear, and hiding in the shadows is more advantageous for our side.

Then, there was a scene where the gangster was shot in the neck and fell backwards into the house.

"Enemy attack!"

Harold couldn't help but shout, waking up his two subordinates who were still in a daze, and asked them to get the weapons. Then he quickly stepped forward and tried to close the door.

However, the enemy outside was too decisive. He had only taken two steps forward when a black shadow rushed in from outside. The black thing came towards him with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Harold subconsciously stretched out his armored hand to block and counterattack.

In a flash, Harold and his attacker exchanged several quick rounds in the equally indistinct darkness. The more they fought, the more shocked Harold became. The attacker was a top-tier expert, not only swift but also with bizarre yet deadly attacks, each one aimed at a vital part of his body.

The sides of the waist, neck, heart, and blood vessels on the outside of the thighs.

If Harold didn't have steel arm armor on his arms, and he was just holding a dagger, his body would have been cut with several bleeding wounds.

Fortunately, there was only one master who could suppress him single-handedly. Harold had already seen two enemies rushing in from behind him. They were knocked down by his two men at the first sight.

This is a good thing, the enemy is so weak that they can't even pick their feet.

But before Harold could be happy for long, he saw the glass windows of the house being broken and several crossbow arrows were shot inside from outside.

The peace dove killer standing in the front was hit by a crossbow before he could react and fell backwards on the spot.

Another subordinate bent down and lay down, and was temporarily not shot.

As Harold was fighting with a master, the crossbow arrows shot into the house basically flew around him, so he was not in danger of being shot.

But this was no longer a solution. Harold had been stabbed several times because he was distracted. His clothes were soaked in blood, and he was losing the fight.

Then, after two rounds of arrows were shot, in silence, enemies outside the house continued to rush into the house.

These guys use short weapons like hand axes and short swords. Their skills are not very sophisticated and they are no different from ordinary people.

But they were not afraid of death, and rushed in one after another in silence.

In order to protect Harold, the remaining killer was forced to take the initiative to step forward to meet the enemy, and stabbed two enemies in succession with a dagger.

If it were an ordinary street fight, the bloody battle where two or three people were stabbed to death in succession would have scared the thugs to death.

However, these sudden enemies tonight were not afraid, nor did they retreat. No matter how many people died, they remained silent and slashed and stabbed at the killers in the dark, waving their short weapons.

Even an assassin who is proficient in assassination cannot fight four punches with his bare hands in this dark house. Harold's last subordinate was soon approached by the enemy from the side, and a hand axe chopped his neck in the dark.

In just a moment, hot blood gushed out and splashed on Harold. He saw his subordinates fall out of the corner of his eye. Before he had time to mourn for them, the enemy had already surrounded him from both sides.

In the moonlight shining through the window, Harold could just about make out that the weapons they held were of ill-shape.

Hand crossbow.

Along with the two blasts of bowstrings tearing through the air, Harold felt a punch in the chest and stomach respectively. The considerable impact and severe pain forced him to retreat repeatedly.

The enemy, whose face could not be seen clearly and who had not shouted during the fight, did not miss this opportunity. He rushed over quickly and stabbed Harold in the neck.

Ah, now I should be able to die quickly and without pain.

Before falling into eternal darkness, Harold opened his eyes wide, trying to see the powerful enemy clearly and remember what he looked like.

However, his intentions were not fulfilled until he fell into eternal darkness.

Until his death, Harold had a question that never got an answer... Why did that damn fat boss betray me?
(End of this chapter)