Chapter 2434: This Assassin Isn’t Good Enough
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Xi didn’t drive her attention-seeking supercar when they entered the city. Instead, she drove a low-profile black flying car.
There were no roads in the sky initially, but roads were created when the number of cars increased.
Mag looked at the road condition through the windscreen. He finally knew how so many flying cars flew so orderly.
The sky was three-dimensional, so there were no crossroads, red lights or green lights. The flying cars flew in layers at extremely fast speed.
There were rows upon rows of tall buildings on the ground. They were all buildings that were over hundreds of storeys tall. Meanwhile, hundreds of meters in the sky, there were sky castles that were also hundreds of meters tall, as though the city was grafted.
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Virtual screen ads were everywhere. Even in the bright daylight, it didn’t affect them trying to catch the people’s attention.
“Are most of the men in Underground City unable to get it up?” Mag asked curiously.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing. I just saw that there are many ads about the men’s health recovery hospital.” Mag shrugged.
“If you need it, I can bring you to the nearest men’s health hospital,” Xi said.
“Why would I need it? I will only frighten the doctor if I go.” Mag shook his head.
They were chit chatting the whole way. Mag was curious about many things in Tucker City.
He had once imagined how humans lived after the world entered into the super high tech age. However, the real advanced civilization was even more advanced than his imagination.
The Top Chef Competition would be filmed at the Mocha Building. As one of the most popular programs in recent years, the Mocha Group gave it a lot of support.
Xi showed her proof of access and drove the flying car into the Mocha Building’s parking garage.
Before alighting the car, Xi seriously reminded Mag. “Mind your language after you enter the building. Don’t trust anyone.”
“I can do that better than you.” Mag opened the door and alighted.
“Mr. Hades, right? I am the Top Chef Competition’s staff member. The program recording is going to start soon. Please follow me.” A young man came over with a smile as soon as Mag got out of the car.
Mag flicked a glance at the staff pass on his chest. It was the programming division’s staff pass.
Xi came around the car and asked the staff member, “Hello, I am Hades’ manager, Laura. May I ask, are we going to the make-up room now?”
The staff member was slightly taken aback before he hurried them. “Yes. Please follow me now. The director is furious because of today’s incident. We’d better stay out of his way.”
“Please lead the way,” Xi said and met Mag’s eyes. They saw a hint of doubt in each others’ eyes.
“This way, please.” The staff member led the way in front and brought Mag and Xi to the walkway at the side.
Mag looked at the label at the top of the walkway: freight channel.
“There’s something wrong with this guy,” Mag said to Xi telepathically.
“Perhaps, he is sent by the Dixon Family to kill us,” Xi also replied telepathically.
“What shall we do if he wants to harm us? Both of us can’t expose ourselves, right?”
“The internal security in such a building with this level is very complete. We only need to trigger the security system and delay some time, and then the security officers will take care of him.”
Mag nodded slightly. It was easy to delay for time.
“Isn’t this the freight channel? Why are we not using the staff passage?” Mag raised his doubt.
That staff member’s footsteps faltered before he smilingly explained, “It’s faster to use the freight channel. Only the experienced staff know about this.”
“Oh I see.” Mag nodded with a faint smile and continued to follow him.
After passing two turns, they turned into a smaller walkway. The staff member suddenly turned around with a black dagger. He immediately accelerated and dashed towards Mag.
“What are you doing?” Mag backed away with a panicked look. He barely evaded that sharp blade, but the clothes on his arm were slashed open.
“I missed?!” That young man was stunned too. He thought that strike would at least maim his arm, but he didn’t even see blood.
Without saying anything, he dashed towards Mag’s chest with the sharp blade.
The mission he received was to maim this guy, but they didn’t say he couldn’t kill him.
“Murder!”
Xi’s shrill voice echoed throughout the empty corridor. The lights in the corridor three meters away exploded right away.
Mag stumbled away as he wondered if Xi had ever practiced in the opera. He barely evaded that blade again as the clothes on his chest were slashed open.
The main walkway had live surveillance cameras and Xi’s screams earlier and the exploded lights had successfully triggered the building’s security system.
“Darn it!” An annoyed expression flashed through the young man’s face. According to his plan, he would have succeeded at the first strike and escaped through the routes he planned before the Mocha Building’s security officers reacted.
However, this seemingly weak fellow in front of him had evaded his attacks repeatedly and even triggered the security system in advance.
Lowering his right hand, he lifted his left hand. A black gun’s muzzle was aimed at Mag.
“Die!” The man smiled sinisterly.
The gun wasn’t fired because his hand was separated from him before his finger could pull the trigger. Half of the black gun was also cut away.
A red card was pinned onto the wall and fresh blood was splashed across the surface.
Mag turned around and saw a woman in a black gown standing at the start of the walkway. She was also looking at him.
The woman was very young, around 20 years old. She was tall and lean with exquisite collar bones. She looked exceptionally cold and aloof and it made people feel a strong sense of alienation just by standing there.
Mag knew this woman. Nancy McCarthy, the real person-in-charge of the Top Chef Competition.
Their eyes met briefly before Nancy retracted her gaze and walked away.
Then, a group of strapping men dashed out from the two ends of the walkway and pinned the assassin, who tried to escape, to the ground.
Mag looked at the assassin, who was pinned down by so many men, piteously, before being brought away by the security officers with a pale and frightened expression.
Mag, who was brought to the security room, received an urgent counseling session before making a simple testimony. Then, he was brought to the make-up room by the real programming division’s staff members.
A fat and honest-looking middle-aged man quickly walked out and asked Mag as soon as he sat down in the make-up room, “Mr. Hades, are you still okay?”
Mag knew this person too. He was the Top Chef Competition’s director, Johnny.
“I’m fine. I’m just a little shaken up. I didn’t expect this to happen in the Mocha Building.” Mag shook his head with fear and showed him his slashed clothes. “And, I think I need to change my clothes.”