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I counted the numbers while doing push-ups on the floor. My breathing low because of me pressuring myself to do more of them. My muscles tensed at the moment. I couldn't do much exercise here, but I was finding my ways. I used sofas, even the table. Everything that I could find to do some exercise. I couldn't let my stamina go down. I breathed out a sigh as I stood up to wipe my sweat with a towel. I was even sitting near the wall, without a chair to do more exercise. That technique was great too.

I could hear that fucker making noises downstairs. Noises of a chair being pushed to the floor. I had kept it there so that he can signal me if he's ready by pushing the wooden piece. I casually went to my bedroom going to change my clothes since I was wearing tights, and a sports bra right now. That rat can't know where I am from.

After changing my clothes and wearing some heels, I stepped down the stairs going to the basement with a gun in my hand. Just in case, I get in the mood to kill him. The gun was on silencer already.

I think he was struggling because now he's ready to answer my questions. I went to him as I grabbed the same chair sitting on it with my legs crossed. The room was dark because of being so inside the house.

"Are you ready now?" I asked not trying to curse at this piece of shit. I gritted my teeth in an attempt to calm my anger down. His whole existence made me angry.

He struggled while nodding vigorously. I pulled the cloth down then shook my hand in disgust cause it touched fucker's throat. I should use a sanitizer to cleanse them now.

"W-What do you want?" He stuttered while panting. He had a mark on his face, because of the cloth being there for too much time. Blood clots had formed there.

"Ok. First question. Where is the Jeon organization?" I asked getting to the point while playing with my gun trying to scare the shit outta him but at the same time I liked it. I liked playing with guns.

"Iwarim! Near the street of Iwarim, to the west!" He yelled as he thought this was the end.

"There's more." I relaxedly responded as I looked back at him with my gun resting on my thigh.

"You know Jung Hoon?" I asked keeping my palm under my chin while resting my elbow on the handle of the chair.

"How can you take the leader's name from that disgusting mouth of yours!?" He yelled as I rolled my eyes and leaned in pushing the hole of my gun in his mouth as I pressed the hammer of the revolver scaring him more.

"Shut up, and answer what I ask you too. Or you won't get out alive." I said with daring eyes.

"Hmph!" He grappled indirectly telling me to get it away and he will answer them. I nodded taking the gun out with a grimace. Now, this gun is disgusting. It needs sanitizer too.

"Jung Hoon. You know that shit head?"

"N-No. I don't." He stuttered as he shook his head vigorously.

"If you're lying-" I tried to threaten him but he interrupted.

"I-I don't. I don't know the leader. I have just heard about him."

I stood up as I stared at him, "You're of no use then." I pushed the cloth back into his mouth. I stared at his hand that was on the ground as I stepped on it with my heel. This was its use.

"Aahhhhh!" He screamed in pain as blood sputtered from his hand. I used all my strength as I kicked him afterward.

"I won't even kill you. You deserve worse than death. Now rot here, without food and water until you die. I am not even in the mood to waste one bullet on you." I turned around walking away.

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Near the street of Iwarim, huh? I sat down in thought while looking at the guns in front of me. Which one should I take? A revolver? handgun? Ruger? firearm? I was so deep in thought. I have to take every step carefully for my safety, and my country's. My thoughts were disturbed by a knock on the main door.

I stood up as my feet took me to the door and my footsteps echoed in the house. With every step, my feet touched the wooden floor. I grabbed the doorknob as I opened it. The door opened and I saw Jungkook standing there with his eyes down.

Jungkook slowly looked up, and his eyes caught me. Every time he looked at me, it gave me some type of feeling. We both looked at each other for a while and then he decided to speak.

"Hey?" He greeted with his hand up awkwardly as he looked away scratching the back of his neck. His ear a tinted red because of the intense eye contact.

"Hi." I gave a small smile to him as he continued, "How are you? I was here to give you a treat." He pulled the bag of food high up letting me see it. In Erasird, people can't go to a restaurant unless they are rich or work for Jung Hoon, the motherfucker. I think he made it with his own hands. That was so cute.

"I am fine, Jungkook. And you?" I asked with the same smile.

'Jungkook.' I called him with his name. That meant he was making some progress. Somehow that made him happy. A warm feeling grew in his heart as I called him with his name.

"G-Great!" He stuttered as he bit his tongue cursing at himself for stuttering even a little. The girl in front of him would've thought he's some nervous wreck type of guy.

I giggled with my hand on my mouth after seeing his cute behavior. He turned to me, as he just looked at me giggling.

"Get inside, Jungkook." I permitted him as I turned around getting back inside the house, and sat on the little couch. Plopping on the piece of cotton. Jungkook sat opposite of me, with a smile as he kept the bag on the table. He looked around a little as he exhaled a sigh.

"You don't look like you're from here," Jungkook muttered and I raised my eyebrows, not trying to show him any type of surprise. Yes. I didn't look Sirdi. I looked like I was a foreigner. People didn't focus on it, cause every time I went outside my house, I would deliberately hide my face if a person stares more than they should have. They're some people who didn't look like to be of here, and people let them be. Because it wasn't their business. They didn't want to get caught in any type of trouble. The Jeon's men would be more than angry after knowing about it. It was better for them to keep their mouths shut and behave like they didn't see a thing.

"Where are you from?" Jungkook asked looking up at me from the ground. Both hands rubbing against each other in thought.

"I am from here, just my parents are Molvanian." I answered him back staring into his eyes from the opposite side of his sofa not trying to seem suspicious.

"Molvanian?" He asked continuing to stare back in my eyes.

"Yes. Before this country was taken over by the Jeons, my great grandparents had migrated here. I am a citizen of Erasird, but Molvanian blood flows through my veins." I let half-truth and half lie roll off my tongue. I was so proud of saying Molvanian blood runs through my veins. I loved my country with all my might. He slightly nodded at my words as a soft smile took over his face. This was one of the reasons that people didn't voice their thoughts out. The foreigners could've migrated here before the rule of Jung Hoon.

I could give him the excuse of migrating. People would believe it from what I learned in my country.

"I have heard Molvania is a beautiful country, and full of love." Jungkook indirectly complimented the country with that same soft smile. Why was my heart beating so fast right now? Somehow his voice sounds pleasing to me. Just his voice would make my heartbeat.

"Yes, it is." I answered as I avoided his eyes and stood up, clenching my fingers on the side of my dress.

"How are you so confident that it's beautiful?" Jungkook stood up as the space between his brows ceased and he seriously questioned me. I didn't ever visit Molvania, so how?

"I had heard it from my parents." I went to my kitchen nonchalantly as I took some utensils.

"What should I bring?" I asked shaking a plate up asking if what utensils are needed.

Jungkook sighed as he kept both his hands on his face, "Plates and spoons." He would've been delusional. Jungkook thought as he ran his hand through this face.

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I took a pistol as I kept it near the stomach in my clothes. This spot was so much better. A knife hiding near my thigh. I looked at myself in the mirror as I pulled my hair in a ponytail. I took a black cloth wrapping it on my face so it couldn't be seen. I had worn all black clothes and tights, so I can be as flexible as I can. I took the walkie-talkie that I had. I was given this just in case. The team leader said the other one would be in full guard and focus as it would be kept in the main working office of our agency. Anytime I talk, they would be able to hear me, cause another one was connected to a speaker in the office.

I clicked on the buttons as I threw the walkie-talkie on the bed while taking a bag to put important items in it that I am going to use for the mission.

"Hello! Is this D4 speaking?" A male voice asked as it was blurred because of the low single.

"Yes, I am D4." I replied as I glide the bag on my shoulder, "I think I am making progress in the mission." I said waiting to hear the response of the man behind this walkie-talkie and trying to know if the walkie-talkie was working.

"Are you safe, D4?" The voice asked and I chuckled. I forgot to say this. This would be my father's orders. He would've said he wanted to know and ask when any response is from me.

"I am safe, and I am doing well. I found a house here to live in." I answered as the male one nodded behind the screen while tapping in his computer.

"Any information about the mission?" The blurred voice asked and I nodded unknowingly as I took the walkie-talkie in my hands.

"I have found the place the organization is at." I responded and he shouted, "I can't hear you, D4!"

"I have found the place where the organization is at!" I raised my voice a little to make it hearable.

"You have found the organization?"

"Yes!" he hummed signally me to continue, but I couldn't hear it, and I still continued by my instincts.

"I am now going there so I can find some information from mothe-I mean Jung Hoon's office." I said and he yelled back.

"Stay safe, D4!" I laughed with my hand on my mouth.

"Is my father standing behind you?" I asked and he responded back, "How do you know, D4?"

I burst out in laughter after this. My father tried to show he wasn't the daughter caring, too soft type of father, but he was in the end. I know he wouldn't talk even after me knowing he's there, not trying to show it. He always expressed his commander side. A serious man who would scare the shit outta everyone. But he is also that man who ran away with my mother when my mother's father was against their marriage. He didn't want to give up on her even after my maternal grandfather's rejection of the engagement. My mother told me this when I was a child. Right now, she isn't in this world. And only I know what my father went through after that.

"I am safe, dad." I reassured trying to tell him I was, and he doesn't need to worry.

"D4! We can't hear you!" The man's voice yelled and I nodded as I ended the call. The important and professional talk was over, so now I had to do what I was given to.

I approached my window after looking around and making sure, I had every item I needed. I opened the back window and looked outside as I kept my hand on the window's frame and jumped from it. If I went from the main door, people will know. There was a street outside with so much crowd that was there every day.

When I was out I grabbed the wall's brown bricks climbing it up to the rooftop. My muscles were tensed because of this. I pressured myself to take every step to the top. I tried not to fall as I did it with all my might. My bag hanging behind me. When I was there, I jumped on the rooftop as I chuckled seeing I was here. Now even if I jump from every building, no one will know who I am, cause this country didn't have any cameras except the Jung Hoon.

I pulled the mask that I had made with a cloth more up with a slight smirk hiding behind it on my lips. My eyes shone in the pleasure of reaching even till here for my mission. And excitement flowed in my veins thinking of what I was going to do.

Motherfucker Jeon Jung Hoon, I am coming for you.

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