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Shasha was fortunate to have narrowly escaped a disaster, though it couldn't really be called a disaster. He only needed to know that Isabella had come here with ulterior motives.
Isabella, whose mental strength far exceeded the norm, woke up shortly after losing consciousness. However, as soon as she regained her senses, she found a gun pointed at her head. Looking up, she saw Shasha's face wearing a half-smile, which made her sigh.
"I mean no harm; I just hope to help you forget that part of your memory."
"Do you really not trust that I can keep your secret?" Shasha chuckled, not lowering the gun.
"People are unpredictable; after all, we are just strangers meeting by chance," Isabella replied bluntly.
This was indeed the case. It was hard to make someone you had just met trust you unless you showed genuine sincerity. Clearly, Shasha lacked that sincerity, so Isabella chose to take matters into her own hands.
After a moment's thought, the gun moved away from Isabella's head. Shasha sighed, "Sister Isabella, although this is our first meeting, I won't leak your secret. After all, who doesn't have secrets? What does it matter if you're a mutant? To me, you're no different from an ordinary person; you're just a bit more special."
Isabella paused for a moment and then gave a self-deprecating smile. "That's true. Your mental strength is so powerful; if you weren't a mutant, I wouldn't believe it. I didn't expect you to be one too. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come."
Shasha remained noncommittal; indeed, his abilities could be considered mutant in some sense.
"I never would have guessed that such coincidences existed in this world," Isabella said as she straightened up. Without any hostility, she appeared quite relaxed. "I didn't expect my stockbroker to also be a mutant like me."
Looking at her enchanting face, Shasha sighed again. "I also didn't expect my client to be a mutant. But this works out well; now you won't doubt that I'll reveal your secret."
"Of course not. We can communicate more in the future," Isabella winked and slowly got to her feet. "May I leave now, dear Mr. Xia?"
"Be my guest!" Shasha gestured for her to go and then watched as Isabella walked away.
It wasn't until she stepped out that Shasha finally remembered who she was. If many people believed that Black Widow was Marvel's greatest asset, they were mistaken; there was someone else who had to be mentioned—Isabella.
Of course, Isabella was her real name, but she also had a nickname: Lingdie!
With exceptional martial skills and powerful psychic abilities, she could turn her mental energy into weapons while also connecting with the minds of other mutants.
She was an almost omnipotent female mutant, a rare beauty in the Marvel universe, embodying the passionate allure of the West and the graceful elegance of the East. This was Lingdie, an inner Brit with an Asian exterior.
Although Shasha knew of Lingdie, she had no idea what the future held for her. All she knew was that Lingdie had later joined the ranks of Qi and then the Warriors, but beyond that, it was a mystery.
However, that was fine; there would be plenty of opportunities to connect in the future.
Setting aside thoughts of Lingdie for now, Shasha continued to search for a suitable mission. Before long, a task located in San Francisco caught her attention.
The publisher was anonymous, offering a bounty of $10,000. The description of the assassination target left her unsure whether this person was joking, as the name spelled out in English meant "vampire."
Seeing the comments below, many questioned whether this was a joke or suggested contacting the site administrator to have the post removed, indicating they didn't believe vampires existed.
After pondering for a moment, Shasha suddenly felt intrigued. Since this was her first mission, simply getting a job was already a win. Given her background, she could only take on such ignored tasks.
After clicking to accept the bounty, many online assassins on the site couldn't help but mock her upon seeing the announcement.
"Is this guy out of his mind? How could he take on such a joke mission?"
"Let me see, just a rookie who registered recently? No wonder."
"Whatever, let's just watch him fail; he won't be able to complete it anyway."
Ignoring the ridicule in the chat room, Shasha chose to communicate with the employer through internal messaging.
From their conversation, Shasha learned that this was a nearly 40-year-old mother whose daughter had died at the hands of a vampire. Naturally, she chose this method for revenge.
The target was named Daken Feast, a name that undoubtedly resonated with another name in Shasha's mind.
Just as she was thinking, the System finally spoke after many days without issuing a task, “Side Quest One: The Cry of a Mother.”
“Vampires are rampant in San Francisco. A mother has lost her daughter and is powerless to seek revenge. She has put forth her life savings. Fulfill her wish, and you will redeem a wounded soul.”
“Mission Reward: One Intermediate Draw, Energy Points 500.”
“Failure Penalty: Randomly deduct one ability, randomly deduct 5 to 10 years of vitality.”
Shasha raised an eyebrow; another intermediate draw meant that the difficulty of this mission was at least on par with the Target Eye level.
However, it was precisely because of the challenge that it held meaning; otherwise, those simple tasks were hardly worth taking on.
“San Francisco, huh? I do remember there’s a guy over there.”
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