I Have an Animal Assassins Group - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Target Acquisition

Translator: Simple MTL  Editor: Simple MTL

Adams read the target’s details. There was nothing more to say, and he immediately began to prepare for action.

He had just received the system in the afternoon, and he was ready to begin his first mission at 7 p.m.

According to the intelligence reports, the target, Joseph, would go to a bar under his name to have fun almost every day.

So, Adams just needed to go to the bar and wait patiently.

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If he was lucky, he would be able to kill him directly.

If he was unlucky, it didn’t matter if he didn’t get to kill today.

He still had a whole week left. This guy would definitely not be able to escape from his grasp.

Of course, if he could complete the task as soon as possible, that would be the best.

Feeling the few loose bills in his pocket, Adams was extremely eager for the money that countless people were chasing after.

It was because it could cause countless whores to scream and make those bastards lie down and lick their shoes willingly.

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He went out and hailed a cab before arriving at the destination bar.

This made Adams’ already thin wallet become even thinner.

“If I don’t complete this mission, I won’t even have the money to eat.”

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Adams entered the bar and observed his surroundings.

It was only around 7:30 am, and there were not many people.

When he entered the bar, there were a few young men and women wriggling on the dance floor in the middle.

They swayed their bodies wantonly along with the explosive music. Their palms searched each other’s bodies wildly as they kissed each other passionately.

The interior of the bar was old, in the style of the 1990s.

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There were a few black men in the booth on the left, and a few bottles of cheap ale on the table.

All of them were bald and muscular, with dark skin and tattooed arms.

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They were not to be trifled with.

There were few of them, but they were imposing. They were drinking and chatting.

At the same time, they were looking at the people in the bar with an aggressive gaze.

On the right side of the booth were some white ruffians.

They also had tattoos all over their backs. Their hair was wild and their bodies were full of muscles.

Compared to the black gangs, they were much more numerous.

The atmosphere was more relaxed. They were fighting and drinking with each other. They were saying some dirty jokes and swearing from time to time.

Their hands were playing games such as poker or dice games. On the table were stacks of green dollar bills that were used as gambling funds.

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Two or three scantily dressed bunny girls carried wine trays and walked back and forth in the bar, serving drinks to the bar’s customers.

When they passed by those ruffians or gang members, they would often be slapped on the buttocks by one or two or three big hands, setting off a wave of seductive buttocks.

The men present stared at him, then gulped down a large glass of beer with a parched mouth, indirectly driving the bar’s consumption.

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There were only a few people sitting on the bar’s high platform, only a few customers.

Adams entered the bar as usual, not attracting anyone’s attention.

He first sat at the bar casually, ordered a glass of wine, and then lowered his head to play with his phone.

He had only come in to scout the area first. After sitting for a while, he would finish drinking a glass of wine and then leave.

After a while, a red wavy-haired woman with heavy makeup and revealing clothes walked over and sat down beside Adams.

She first lit up a cigarette, blew out a ring of smoke, and ordered a glass of wine.

Perhaps it was Adams’ young and handsome face that caught her attention. After taking a sip of wine, she began to strike up a conversation with Adams.

“Hi, Handsome. Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

Adams did not even look at her. He shook the wine glass in his hand that was still half full and nodded casually.

He was thinking that it should be about time for him to leave.

“Do you have time to come to my house? Let me buy you a drink?”

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The red-haired woman smiled charmingly. Her long legs, which were wrapped in black silk fishnet stockings, rubbed against Adams’ right leg under the bar counter.

“No, thank you.”

Adams turned his head to look at her, then rejected her with a smile.

He had business to attend to today, and such a casual woman was not his type either.

After finishing the wine in his glass, Adams pretended to answer the phone and walked out of the bar.

He did not attract anyone’s attention.

“What a pity.”

The red-haired woman looked at Adams’ back as he left with regret. This handsome young man had indeed caught her interest.

She might even give him a free night if he wanted.

Adams stepped out of the bar and sat down in an obscure corner across from the table.

He could control the bee from a distance, but he didn’t want to attract attention.

Who cared about a young man with a cellphone even if he was handsome?

Around 9:30 pm, a Hummer pulled up from the corner of the bar.

Adams narrowed his eyes. This was the car his target, Joseph, was driving!

Joseph walked into the bar with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He had three or four underlings with him, and they all had guns on them.

As he watched them enter the bar, Adams reached into his pocket.

When he took it out again, there was a small bee lying on his index finger. It was Bumblebee.

Adams gave the order to Bumblebee. He flew into the bar to investigate the situation and then prepared to carry out the order at any time.

Bumblebee took off from Adams’ index finger and flapped its wings. In just a few seconds, it flew into the bar from the opposite corner of the street.

The distance of dozens of meters had been covered in the blink of an eye, indicating its extremely fast flying speed.

The bee flew past the bar’s door and the corridor.

It flew above the red-haired woman who was being hugged by a well-dressed man. It flew past the men and women who were swaying their bodies restlessly on the dance floor.

Then, it stopped on top of a chandelier on the ceiling.

The black gangs that drank, the white boys that played cards, the bunny girls that moved through the crowd, everything was as normal as it had been for Adams.