After admiring Vermouth's exquisite figure for a moment, the man raised his sniper rifle and aimed it straight at her head.
Although Vermouth was undeniably a stunner, in the eyes of assassins, women were always around; failing a mission, however, meant losing one's own life. He certainly wasn't going to throw his life away for the sake of a woman.
Confirming he had a clear shot at Vermouth's head, the man pulled the trigger. A golden bullet tore out of the barrel, screaming through the air toward her.
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