William Stanley sat down and ordered an Iced Americano.
Before he could think, his phone rang. He pulled it out and saw a mercenary mission. The reward was only 1000 US dollars. The job location was a residential area, and the task was to kill the resident inside.
He closed his phone. He then saw the waiter give him a meaningful look, put down the Iced Americano, and left. He didn't even ask for a tip.
William Stanley couldn't spare a thought for what that look meant. His mind was now filled with how to handle this. Murder? Don't be ridiculous, he hadn't even killed a chicken, and every year when he went back for Chinese New Year, he'd be chased and pecked by the village geese. But from what the book implied, he seemed to have been drawn into this, either kill or be killed.
William Stanley even thought that the unlucky person he was supposed to kill might very well be the unlucky person who failed the previous mission. Based on William Stanley's experience from watching movies, the High Table was not a good organization. Obedience was the way to survive. As for resisting the High Table? Let someone else do it. Becoming a legend comes at a price. And William Stanley didn't want to pay that price.
So, William Stanley made up his mind. He still had to do this job. Figure out how to get in, then just do it. William Stanley encouraged himself, he just needed to pull the trigger. In this world, firing a gun probably wasn't a problem, right? But how would he deal with the aftermath? He didn't have money to order “dinner.” And he didn't have contact information either.
He'd better go take a look first. William Stanley walked into the crowd with his coffee.
He ran to the outskirts of the residential area according to the provided address. He observed it roughly. Hmm, no police, not many residents it seemed.
William Stanley suddenly thought of a problem. If he killed someone, wouldn't he leave evidence? But it seemed he had no choice.
Soon, William Stanley found his target. A nervous-looking black man, Jones Jr. Statham. His hand was constantly in his pocket, and he kept looking around, as if searching for something. He quickly bought some food and went home.
Honestly, pulling out a gun now would be a good opportunity. William Stanley thought so. There weren't many people around. And if he was subtle, this guy might not notice. But he had never fired a gun, so unless it was close range, William Stanley had no confidence at all. Indeed, he was not suited to be a killer.
But it's always right to think more and prepare more. William Stanley finished his coffee and left with the cup. He threw it into a roadside trash can two blocks away. It would soon be picked up by scavengers and sold to a recycling station.
He used the money to buy a pair of gloves and a pair of stockings. The inspiration from GTA is timeless and still useful.
In the parking lots here, there were more or less some zombie cars. Their owners mostly ended up in federal prison for various reasons. And William Stanley just needed a one-time mode of transportation.
He found a public parking lot without surveillance. William Stanley put on the stockings and gloves and began the violent act of borrowing a car. He directly smashed the window, then found the alarm fuse and pulled it out. He connected the ground wire to the starter, and guess what, it started. William Stanley sighed, grateful for his strong curiosity; he had searched and learned how to do this after seeing it in movies. It actually worked! And William Stanley felt a kind of muscle memory. This original owner must have done this often!
He drove this broken pickup truck out of the city. He found a good spot. William Stanley began his busy work. Digging a pit.
After digging, William Stanley made a simple suppressor. It was just an empty bottle. It only needed to reduce the sound, which was enough for William Stanley.
The next day, William Stanley parked the car nearby, waiting for the morning commuters to leave. Then he ordered a pizza, waiting for the delivery person to arrive. After getting the pizza, he checked the time. Hmm, most people had left. He changed clothes, checked the gun, and then went to the door.
Jones heard the knock on the door and immediately tensed up. He was like a startled bird now. He knew someone would come to kill him, but the feeling of just waiting to die was even worse.
Jones gripped his gun. He deeply regretted it now; why did he live here? There wasn't even a peephole.
He cautiously stood by the door, listening for sounds. Then he heard a voice say: “Hello, XXX Pizza, delicious unlimited, your delivery has arrived.”
“I didn't order delivery.” Jones opened the door a crack. Then he saw a seemingly calm young man holding a pizza box, flipping through an address list.
He even looked up at the house number, then said to Jones: “Hello sir, this is the right place.” As he spoke, he handed the address slip to Jones.
Jones then opened the door a little further, reaching out to take the slip, preparing to see what was going on. As his attention was diverted, William Stanley knew the opportunity had come.
To prevent any accidents, William Stanley chose the simplest method: emptying the magazine.
As the gunshots rang out, Jones fell into a pool of blood. His eyes were wide open. As he fell, he knocked over a cabinet by the door. The ornaments on it also fell, and a vase shattered.
William Stanley looked at the fallen target. Logically, he should have thrown up to fit the character. But for some reason, he wasn't scared at all. Mentally, he was disgusted, but physically, he felt nothing.
Just then, a voice came.
“Cleaner Simulator loaded. Detected a scene that needs to be cleaned. Do you want to enter cleaning mode?”
William Stanley subconsciously said yes. Then he found that everything in front of him changed. The yellow highlighted areas should be places that needed to be restored to their original position. The red areas were bloodstains that needed to be cleaned.
Cleaner? William Stanley remembered the game he played before. Good heavens, he kills and cleans up after himself. The main focus is energy saving and environmental protection.
“Congratulations, player, you have obtained Level 1 Cleaning Mop, Level 1 Bucket. Unlocked feature: Auto-Pack. Unlocked feature: Force Hand.”
Cleaning Mop: Use when wet, can quickly clean bloodstains, and the cleaned bloodstains cannot be traced.
Bucket: As you can see, this is a bucket that can wash the cleaning mop twice.
Force Hand: Are you still bothered by heavy objects that are difficult to move? Now, with just a light touch, heavy objects immediately return to their place. If you wish, you can even drag heavy objects and draw in the air.
Auto-Pack: Many people are curious how one person can run a cleaning company. Now you see? When packing no longer requires manpower, whether it's trash or a corpse, one action easily takes care of it.
“Panel”
Name: William Stanley
Age: 19
Gender: Biological Male
Occupation: Killer / Cleaner
Assets: 247 USD
Skills: Auto-Pack MAX, Force Hand MAX, Pistol Level 1, Disguise Level 1, Theft Level 2, Driving Level 1.
Tools: Level 1 Mop, Level 1 Bucket.
Mission Issued: Please clean the crime scene in front of you.
Dispose of body: (0 / 1)
Wipe away all bloodstains: 0%
Collect evidence: (0 / 17)
Move furniture back to original position: (0 / 4)