My Hitman System

"Thank you for the payment, Mr. Jin," the employee at the car rental service said as he accepted his payment.

Jin just waved his hand and smiled towards him before turning around.

When he turned around, his eyes narrowed, and his countenance changed to a sharper one.

'Rogan, I hope I didn't keep you waiting,' Jin thought while clenching his jaw as he made his way toward a nearby hotel and booked a room there.

Since Umroi was the capital of Alkaran, it was natural that those who ruled the country lived here.

The residence of all fifty Chahal members was located here in a high-security area inside the capital.

This place was under security 24/7, and only verified individuals were given access.

Knowing this very well, Jin surveyed these restricted areas over the following week with the morphed appearance of a native.

Through casual conversations he had with common citizens in tea stalls and the nearby market area, he was able to accurately pinpoint where his dear friend, Rogan Fadia, the 7th Seat of the Chahal, lived.

On a moonless night, a dark figure whistled with the wind and discreetly entered the restricted area.

Using the shadows to his advantage, he avoided all the security cameras that were in place and rushed inside the huge residential complex.

Buildings the size of palaces were laid out on both sides of a roadway.

These were the residences of the so-called freedom fighters who united Umi.

"Bloodsuckers," Jin scoffed under his breath and went past one building after another.

Fifteen minutes later, he was facing a twelve-foot-high wall made of white granite.

Like an agile cat, he leapt to the top and jumped down on the other side, taking cover behind a beautifully nurtured garden.

It was past two in the morning, and most of the lights in the huge palace were off.

Only the orange corridor lights of the palace illuminated the surroundings, and along that path, the guards kept patrolling.

There were around ten guards keeping watch on the ground floor, while several were stationed on the balcony with rifles in their hands on the second floor.

Jin looked beside him at a well that had been made to conveniently water the garden and thought of a plan.

Grabbing a stone in his hand, he waited for the next guard who was patrolling around the building to come.

When the distance between Jin and him was at its minimum, Jin threw the stone toward the well.

Splash!

Alerted by the splash, the guard frowned slightly and decided to check the place.

The light from the corridor grew dim as the guard entered the garden and walked toward the well.

"The gardener will whine once again if there's a mole here," the guard muttered in an irritated manner as he surveyed the area around the well.

Just then, a hand grabbed his neck from behind and…

CRACK!

Jin dragged the body behind a larger bush and soon morphed into the guard, changing into his clothes.

Walking out toward the corridor, he met a passing guard.

"What were you doing there, Rafael?" the guard asked with a frown.

"I heard a sound and thought it was a mole," Jin snorted in an irritated manner.

Hearing him, the guard clicked his tongue and commented, "Those dirty bastards."

"Let's keep patrolling, then," Jin commented and started walking in the opposite direction.

He patrolled around the building several times until he was sure about the movement pattern.

His figure soon entered the palace through one of the several doors in the corridor.

After navigating his way through several rooms, Jin finally found a staircase to the second floor.

The light was dim, and all the guards were stationed on the several balconies throughout the floor in different guard rooms.

Jin sneaked behind each one of them and plunged a fentanyl-laced injection into their neck.

Before long, the fifteen guards inside the palace were killed by Jin.

However, he still didn't enter the master bedroom but instead went to the ground floor and, one by one, took care of all the patrolling guards.

With this, all the guards were neutralised.

"It's finally time to get my revenge," Jin muttered with a glint in his eyes as he made his way to the master bedroom on the second floor.

The room was locked from the inside.

Knock! Knock!

"Master! Master!"

A hurried knocking sound woke Rogan up from his sleep. He shouted irritably toward the closed door after checking the time.

"What's the matter, you bastard?! It's almost three in the morning!"

"We caught an intruder! He had a gun with him and wanted to kill you!" Jin shouted to the other side of the door.

"Kill me?!" A trace of fury appeared on Rogan's face the next moment as he rushed toward the door.

'If I don't make that bastard beg for death, my name isn't Rogan,' he thought in anger and unlatched the door.

"Take me to him!" he declared angrily as he looked toward Jin, who was in disguise.

"Yes, Sir!" Jin smiled widely at Rogan and the next moment banged his pistol's butt right on Rogan's temple.

Before Rogan could fully process what had just happened, he lost consciousness. Jin then entered his huge bedchamber and looked around.

Just as he had guessed, he wasn't alone inside.

"Ahhh!"

"HHHelp!"

"Rogannn!"

There were three women with barely any clothes, crying loudly for help.

Without a second thought, Jin raised his pistol and bore a hole through their skulls the next moment.

'With this, all the potential threats are taken care of,' Jin thought before focusing his eyes on Rogan, who was still alive.

A while later, Rogan regained consciousness, and a frown formed on his face. His head was aching badly.

He tried to reach his hand toward his head, only to realise that his arms and legs were bound to a chair.

Confused, he opened his eyes as a hazy image of a person sitting on a chair not far from him started taking form.

Jin was sitting near a study table and admiring a gold-plated knife he had just found in the kitchen.

Under the yellow light of the table lamp, the knife shone beautifully.

Rogan's vision finally cleared up, and he saw a person's face illuminated by the yellow light, periodically reflected from the knife in his hand.

Rogan squinted his eyes further to get a better view of the face, but when he did, a chill ran through his spine, and all his hair stood on end.

"YOU!... H-HOW ARE YOU HERE?!" he asked in shock and horror.