Later, at Bianca Belair’s house, I arrived just in time to catch Bianca talking to someone over the phone. The voice was so loud and clear that I could recognise it almost immediately. It was Drake’s voice. I then hid myself from behind closed doors and listened attentively to what they were saying. She was obviously unaware of my presence.

“Agent 42, I need you to finish that idiot who calls himself Pablo, or Paul, or whatever he calls himself. He knows too much, and he is not one of us,” Bianca said, and then paused. “Push him down a cliff and make sure no one sees you. I do not care how you will do it, but I want to see for myself that he is dead by this time tomorrow.”

“Consider it done, agent 43,” Drake responded.

Jesus! That was the most inhumane kind of betrayal I had ever faced in my life. I was ready to get married and start a family with that girl, but what I heard shattered my heart into pieces. I could not take it anymore, so I came out of hiding to confront her.

“So, this was your plan all along, right? Agent 43?” I asked her.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“Do not play me for a fool, Bianca, I heard everything you said. So, you sent Draco to finish me off, is that it? Answer me, darn it!” I shouted.

“Yes! It is true, you are of no use to us. I was just using you to get what I wanted!” she responded.

“What about the promise you and I made earlier. Are you gonna throw all that away too?” I asked.

“And who told you that I would end up with an idiot like you! Dream on, cowboy!” she shouted in response.

“Alright, we shall see how the world will look at you now,” I said.

Before I could leave, Bianca shut all the doors and windows. She then lowered the roller blinds down, preventing maximum light from penetrating the vast room.

“Do you think that I will let you go and inform us to the police? Think twice. I am not stupid! I will kill you before you do that!” she roared.

“What are you afraid of? That people will get to know what kind of monster you are?” I responded.

“Don’t you dare!” she snared.

“Look, you may kill me now, but remember, there is no one who will love you the way I do!” I said.

That did not go well with her at all. She then drew out two swords she had been hiding all that time, and then challenged me to a duel. I accepted the duel and began the sword fight. It reminded me of the duel between Blade and Deacon Frost. We fought from afternoon until evening, and I was growing tired, but Bianca went on and on like a wild cat.

She finally pinned me on the floor, and she was about to deliver the final blow. For a moment, I saw the Angel of Death waving at me from a far, but then I snapped out of it and realised that my life was in danger. As she was about stab me with the sword, I blocked it using my bare hands. My hands were bleeding due to the sharp blade of the sword, but I reversed her counter strike and, instead, got on top of her, raised the sword above her, and got ready to strike.

As I was about to stab her, she quickly removed a penknife from her pocket, but I accidentally plunged the sword into her abdomen, killing her instantly. I felt guilty, but it was my life versus her life, and I had to defend myself.

With the last teardrop, I left her house. On my way, I put on the gun’s silencer and head to that bastard’s house. I saw the son of a gun trying to escape, but I caught him and bashed his head on his car’s windshield, breaking it into multiple pieces. He then tried putting up a fight, but I overpowered him. As he was struggling to stand up, I pulled out my shotgun, cocked it, and aimed at his head. I cannot recall the number of bullets I shot that day.

After shooting, Drake or Draco, the traitor, was gone forever. He was trying to kill me, so I was simply returning the favour. He did not know who he was messing with. Unfortunately, for me, a neighbour saw me and called the cops on me. After three minutes, the police apprehended me and took me to the nearest police station.

Three days later, I received a package at the police station from an anonymous sender. I was forbidden to open it in my cell, so I opened it in front of the police. A venomous cobra then sprung from the box, jumped on to the police reception desk, and blinded everyone with its venom. It had been well-trained for the job, because it avoided me throughout that period. Inside the package, there was a note written ‘RUN!’ on it, and I immediately recognised the handwriting.

I knew it was time to show my prowess in the field of athletic sports. I was glad that my older brother had not forgotten about me. He was already waiting for me inside his car when I left the police station.

As for the gold and silver, I was not going to let them go to waste, so I let my brother take good care of it. In life, you need to be wise when choosing a girl. Do not just choose any random girl you see because you never know what she might turn out to be, a demon, a snake or a lady of violence.

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