The mafia’s love for the disguised assassin

“Ahhhhhh, eek, he..lp, please-“ A bullet fire through a small gun pierce straight into the guy’s heart. No regret, no undoing, no emotion. She went straight to face the other guy, kicking his chin and spin herself around and land a sword straight to one’s heart. Again, no kindness, no hesitation, pure intention. Boom The whole wooden house is blown away, gone with the wind. Behind, there stood a young lady with long dark brown hair. Her name is Cherlyn, a female assassin who is completing her quest from her boss. She is the best among the best. She lost her parents in a mysterious car accident in which she never think of it as an accident but an intention of murdering. “Wow, you are fast as hell girl” said Deran, Cherlyn’s best friend. “It’s just too easy, you know, I don’t need to put in much effort” Cherlyn said in monotone, “I’m off until next week though, so you will have to cover my other shifts and quests” “Uhhhh???? Seriously? Where are you going Cher” “I’m going to bring back some memories” Cherlyn smirked lightly “Revenge, I’m coming”