Gold Gene Assassin
Varun SayalQuyen wore his bulky GGA eyeglasses and pressed the record button on the right side of the frame. A tiny red dot appeared on the top left, blinking. He saw a faint text.
Welcome to Gold Gene Assassin v 2.0
Recording Now!
“Game on,” he muttered and sneaked into the house.
An old woman lay asleep on a sofa.
Opening the genealogy report on his phone, he zoomed on the picture. It was a match. He drew a dagger from under his jacket.
The woman awoke, alarmed. “Who’s there?” she uttered in Vietnamese.
Moving swiftly, he covered her mouth with his right hand and stabbed her in the gut with the left. He removed the dagger, and, with calculated intensity, stabbed again. He repeatedly gouged her until her muffled screams quieted and she slipped down the sofa, lif
