People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

"Someone posted your and Patty's names on the dark web."

Lady tapped the screen. "A while ago, some idiot took the job. I was doing some side jobs nearby, and when I saw the message, I stopped by to check it out."

Suren frowned slightly and looked at her phone screen.

The blurry screenshot captured by the surveillance camera showed him and Patty.

He stared at the mechanical bears in the background of the photo for a few seconds, and then his expression turned strange.

Isn't this the pizzeria they're sitting in right now?

Who took the photo?

The first suspect that flashed through Suren's mind was either the shop owner or an employee.

But with his current perception and awareness, if there was anything wrong with this store, he should have noticed it the moment he stepped into the store a few days ago.

Suren's gaze darkened slightly as she fell into memories.

A few days ago, he had just finished dealing with the cannibal on the highway when Old Jack and his family dropped him off in this small town.

This photo appears to have been taken a few days ago when he had just dealt with the cannibal and was having dinner here with Patty.

Could it be a wanted notice issued by the organization behind the surveillance of cannibals?

Because at the time, he also found a high-tech camera inside the cannibal's heart.

But when his gaze fell on the bounty amount below, he immediately overturned his own guess.

Suren: $50,000.

Patty: $100,000.

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Suren stared at the screen, falling silent for a moment.

At that moment, he felt deeply insulted.

Are you kidding me?

Would an organization capable of installing such high-tech equipment on monsters be so stingy as to only spend $50,000 to hire someone to kill them?

If the goal is truly to silence witnesses, shouldn't it be a special cyborg or a fully armed special forces team to cover it up?

What broke his spirit the most was that he was, after all, a wealthy man who had just made twenty million US dollars and a demon hunter with Spartan blood.

Why is the bounty half that of Patty, a helpless young lady?

These poor bastards not only looked down on his fighting skills, but also insulted his character!

Suren looked up at Patty, who also looked bewildered, rubbed her temples, and thought carefully before saying, "We don't seem to have encountered any assassins along the way."

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"That's strange. Assassins who can accept missions are all introduced through guarantors. It's impossible for them to accept a mission and then not do it."

"Could something have happened?"

Lady was also a little confused.

Upon hearing this, Suren instinctively glanced at Alessa beside her.

Aresa had just finished the last fry on her plate.

Noticing Suren's gaze, Alessa blinked expressionlessly, calmly took a fried chicken leg from Suren's plate, and obediently began to gnaw on it.

Looking at Aresa's seemingly harmless appearance, Suren felt that she had guessed the truth.

He was probably some low-level assassin who got caught up in the other world while trying to get close to the town to carry out a mission, and was kicked to death by Alessa's monsters.

After all, what kind of ability can a hitman who is willing to pay $50,000 have?

He stopped dwelling on the question and instead asked, "So, how long do you plan to stay in Los Santos this time?"

Like Tracy, Lady is always elusive, constantly traveling the world to handle various commissions and rarely staying in the office for long.

In addition, Patty goes to school regularly and also lives in her own upscale apartment.

In the huge office, usually only Suren and Dante stared at each other, worrying about piles of pizza boxes and bills every day, trying to figure out how to get money to pay the electricity bill.

Lady saw that he didn't care at all, so she didn't bother to bring up the bounty again.

She had dealt with Dante for so long that she knew how difficult it was to kill this family.

According to the rules of black market bounties, if an assassin fails to complete a mission, the mission will be automatically frozen unless the employer raises the price.

With Suren's current strength, he is perfectly capable of handling this minor skirmish.

"I'll probably stay for a few days." Lady put away her phone, picked up the glass of iced water the waiter had just brought, and took a sip.

"The main reason I went back to Los Santos this time was to take on a commission, and one of your old acquaintances is also involved."

"An old acquaintance of mine?"

Suren was puzzled.

Lady put down her water glass, nodded, and then, as if remembering something, smiled and said, "Do you remember that unfortunate exorcist from a few years ago, the one you pointed your finger at and said would definitely die of lung cancer?"

"Cough, cough..."

Suren was drinking her cola when she heard this and choked on it. "Constantine? Why would someone with his personality issue a commission?"

He had dealt with Constantine once before when he was working as a clerk for Lady and gaining experience.

Constantine was in a very bad mental state at that time, and he looked unusually depressed, as if he was overwhelmed by the trivialities of life.

When Suren first met him, seeing the way the other man was chain-smoking, her first words were:

"Bro, if you keep exposing others to secondhand smoke like this, you won't get into heaven after you die."

The two got to know each other because of this cheeky joke.

"The request wasn't made by him, it was made by the Los Santos Police Department."

Lady's smile faded, and she lowered her voice: "Recently, a crazy woman has appeared in the city, killing people everywhere. Her behavior is very bizarre... or rather, narcissistic?"

"Before committing murder, she would always interrogate the victim about her appearance before brutally killing them."

"The police are at a loss and have to ask for help from outside. Constantine and I both took on this case. How about it, do you want to come and take a look?"

Suren's eyes narrowed as he listened to the description.

Before committing murder, do you ask if it looks good?

This sounds a lot like the urban legend of the "Slit-Mouthed Woman" from the neighboring island nation.

Shouldn't dealing with these kinds of strange tales simply involve calling a barber or answering some nonsensical questions?

Or is this yet another case of a mentally unstable serial killer deliberately imitating ghost stories to commit murder?

There are quite a few of these fanatical psychopaths.

They often hide in some remote farm or basement, create their own cult, and then commit some low-quality murders under the guise of gods.

Thinking of this, he immediately wanted to refuse.

One reason was that he felt a bit bored, and the other was that he didn't want to have anything to do with Constantine at all.

The other party is a true lone wolf; if you become his friend, then congratulations.

You've basically stepped one foot into the gates of death; it's just a matter of when he'll come looking for you.

Just as Suren was thinking about what reason to use to refuse, the familiar notification sound rang in her mind again.

【Ding! 】

[Side Quest Triggered: The Truth Behind Urban Ghost Stories]

[Mission Description: A series of murders is brewing in Los Santos, and the bizarre methods seem to be linked to some ancient spiritual ritual.]

[Mission Objective: Assist in uncovering the truth behind the serial murders.]

[Task Reward: 500 points.]

Seeing the system information pop up in his field of vision, Suren's eyes twitched slightly, and he swallowed back the refusal that was about to come out.

Well... but then again...

With the system reward as a safety net, this deal won't be a loss.

Although 500 points may not sound like much, every little bit counts.

Completing this task brings us one small step closer to our goal of accumulating 10000 points to exchange for the magic sword Alastor.

This could also help expand the network of Los Santos officials and exorcists, and maybe even get some other commissions, so it's not a bad thing.

As for the commission, it's insignificant.

Official quest rates are always stingy, especially since this quest was brought by Lady.

She was constantly traveling, and the ammunition consumption for those heavy weapons was an astronomical figure.

Her current financial situation is probably not much better, so even if the other party offers this reward, she won't accept it.

"Okay, when do we leave?"

Suren readily agreed.

Lady rolled her eyes at him, then stretched lazily without a care for her image.

Her tight white shirt rode up with her movements, revealing a glimpse of her flat, slender waist. This caused several men at the next table, who were eating breakfast and peeking at her, to stare with wide, greedy eyes.

"What's the rush? I've finally managed to come back, so of course I should go back to the office and get some rest for a couple of days first."

As she spoke, she slammed a large-caliber pistol heavily onto the table.

The men immediately shrank back like startled quails and began to wolf down their breakfast.

P.S.: I won't be going for DC; I'll just write about Constantine's story. I personally prefer Keanu Reeves' version, but the TV series version is actually closer to the comic book character.