The leader of the group looked at Amanda with disdain, a smug and arrogant expression on his face.
The four of them had received million-dollar missions before. They never took on anything lower than that. The tasks they took on were always life-threatening, but once accepted, they never failed. Today, this little beauty had to die. She was too beautiful—such a shame to kill her, but it had to be done.
"Amanda, right?" the man smiled, pushing up his sunglasses.
"Yes." Amanda responded coldly, without any change in her expression.
"Good, as long as you're the right person. If we make a mistake, we’ll end up with a life on our conscience. Someone has paid for your life, and we’re here to take you on your final journey," the man said, his tone casual, as if murder were as easy as crushing
