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A building standing on the outskirts of the capital, where a young man in a gray suit was receiving a small book from the hands of a beautiful girl.146Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOOOfT3sIWS
A beautiful girl with long, purple hair, clad in a black uniform that revealed exactly where she came from.
“I’ve written down everything about that agency, just like you asked. Now we can finally live a happy life together after we get married, Darling.”
The man narrowed his eyes, examining the plain-looking cover of the book. Yet inside, it held a dangerous secret about an organization hidden from the world.
He flipped the book open, carefully turning its pages. The notes were handwritten—by the girl herself. Her handwriting was elegant, almost mesmerizing.
“So this is the record you compiled into a book?” the man in the gray suit asked.
The girl in front of him gave a small nod.
“Good. But before anything else, we have to fortify this place. It’s possible that people from your side already know about your betrayal, Kania.”
The girl—Kania—leaned closer to him, her fingers toying with his tie before settling herself comfortably on his lap.
“For you, I’ll do anything, Darling.”
The man smiled at her. But it wasn’t the smile of a kind man. Nor was it the smile of a lover who truly cherished the girl named Kania.146Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNP1lHDTP5b
It was a smile full of hidden intent. Behind those eyes, a malicious plan waited to be set into motion.
Now, the two of them sat inside the abandoned building. A place that had once been an office, deserted for a whole decade on the capital’s edge.
“I’ll take care of reinforcing the defenses here, Kania. Get some rest. I’ll join you once I’m done setting everything up.”
Kania nodded quietly and walked off toward a brightly lit room filled with glowing monitors, each screen showing surveillance feeds of every corner of the two-story building.
As she stepped inside, her eyes drifted across the monitors. Suddenly, one of the screens caught her attention—something unusual.146Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPvrShx093a
Her breath hitched.
“What’s that…?”
She leaned in closer. On the feed, she saw a young man in a black uniform she recognized all too well sneaking down the corridor on the first floor.
Her eyes widened, pupils shrinking in shock.
“They’ve tracked me down? N-no way…!” she muttered in disbelief.
Kania had overlooked something crucial about the agency she once served and relied upon.146Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLZ8iGrYaR1
Betrayal alone carried a punishment beyond forgiveness. Yet she had committed not one, but two fatal sins: betraying the agency, and selling its information to an outsider.
For an organization that was a secret arm of the government, such treachery was unforgivable.
Realizing her grave mistake, Kania sprinted down toward the first floor, where the intruder from the agency lurked.
At that same moment, in another brightly lit room, the suited man was on a phone call with someone whose identity Kania didn’t know. His eyes gazed absently toward the night sky.
“Hello, sir? It’s me, Rega. I’ve already obtained everything you asked about the other day—your suspicions were right, sir. Just as you suspected, the President has been secretly establishing a hidden organization.”
“I knew it,” came the reply from the other end.
“I’ll deliver the package later, sir. Everything’s already compiled neatly into the book I’m holding now.”
Rega didn’t realize that both he and Kania had already been tracked by one of the agency’s spies who was now inside the very same building.
Meanwhile, Kania was in a frenzy. The girl rushed down the stairs to confront the intruder.146Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxHNnSyizEZ
But in her haste, she forgot her weapon and equipment, leaving them behind in another room.
The corridor was dark and cold. Kania advanced cautiously, her hands empty. She tried to suppress the anxiety clawing at her chest.
“Stop!” she shouted firmly, though her voice carried a tension she couldn’t hide.
The spy froze, seemingly obedient to her command. But behind that calm façade, his hand was already moving—slipping into a hidden pouch on his thigh.
In a swift motion, he drew out a stun gun. Before Kania could react, he raised it and fired.
“Ahhhk!”
Her scream echoed through the corridor as electricity coursed through her body. The shock threw her to the ground, her frame convulsing violently before growing limp.
A searing pain spread across every nerve, rendering her body numb and unresponsive.
Her vision blurred. Consciousness began slipping away. And through her fading sight, she saw the masked figure of the agency’s spy slowly approaching. His expression was hidden, unreadable.
Kania lay sprawled on the cold floor, her body trembling from the electrical surge that had overwhelmed her nerves.
Regret pierced deeper than the pain itself—regret for the irreversible, fatal mistake she had just made.
The spy stood beside her limp, powerless body. He made sure that Kania was truly incapacitated before moving further, ready to complete his mission of bringing her back to the agency.146Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGKhmZSj2cJ
Before he could take Kania away, Rega arrived at the first-floor corridor, having heard Kania’s scream.
“Kania, what’s going on?”
Rega froze in shock, finding himself staring at a masked man trying to carry Kania away.
“You! Let her go, now!”
Rega pulled a pistol from inside the pocket of his gray suit and fired wildly at the spy.
Swiftly and skillfully, the agent dodged the reckless shots, then fled out of the building.
“Kania! Kania!”
Panic instantly consumed Rega. He dropped to his knees beside Kania’s unconscious body. He shook her, desperate to bring her back.
“Kania, wake up! It’s me, Rega! Wake up!”
Rega’s voice was full of anxiety, but his efforts seemed fruitless. Kania remained unresponsive, her breathing growing weaker.
Then, several burly men entered the building. They immediately saw Rega shaking Kania’s body.
These men were the guards assigned by Rega to strengthen the defenses around the old two-story building. Yet somehow, an intruder had managed to slip inside so easily and even attack Kania.
“Why the hell weren’t you guarding this place properly?! How could an intruder get inside and hurt Kania?!”
The men stayed silent.
One of them, a man with a stern face, stepped closer to Rega.
“Sir, we deeply apologize. It seems the people from that agency are so highly skilled that even we could not detect their presence,” he said.
Rega glanced at the still-unconscious Kania with a cold stare, then clicked his tongue in frustration. Things were not going according to his plan.
“Help her. I don’t want to lose her.”
Rega’s guards immediately took action without asking further questions. Together, they carefully lifted Kania’s unconscious body and carried her upstairs. They also made sure no other dangers lurked along the way.
Meanwhile, Rega remained where he was. His eyes scanned every direction—even the corners of the room. His mind worked rapidly, calculating the next move. Their safe hideout had already been discovered by spies from the secret agency.
Once he was sure Kania had been carried away safely, Rega flashed a sly, meaningful smile. He then moved toward the front entrance of the abandoned building.
Even though the place looked desolate, neglected, and unkempt—now compromised by the agency’s spies—Rega began preparing a series of traps with the help of his guards.
“If they think they can capture me so easily, they’re gravely mistaken. And you, Kania… I’ll be needing you soon, because you are my pawn.”
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