Chapter 12: First-Class Assassin, Transmigrated as an Orphan of a Fallen Nation! (1)

First-Class Assassin, Transmigrated as an Orphan of a Fallen Nation! (1)

During these past few days in the army, she had been silent, doing nothing but asking for meals.

Everyone simply assumed that this Dugu Yue was a little fool, so they never avoided speaking in front of her, which provided her with an excellent opportunity to gather information.

Dugu Yue knew that her mother, who had traded her dignity for a glimmer of hope for her survival, no longer had any hope of living.

Her mother's heart had already died; if it weren't for her attachment to this child, she would likely have perished long ago.

The sky gradually grew dark.

As the order to set up camp came down, the veteran driving the carriage pulled on the reins.

Feeling the slight vibration of the carriage, Dugu Yue curled her finger, tucking the polished, bright nail into the cloth strip wrapped around her arm.

When she was an assassin in her past life, weapons never left her person. That MadDogKnives—a high-grade tactical assault knife that was worth a thousand pieces of gold—was never more than a moment away from her; even when she bathed, it was always within arm's reach.

Being without a weapon was something Dugu Yue absolutely could not tolerate.

Compared to her peers who preferred using sniper rifles or electronic bombs to complete missions, Dugu Yue's favorite were cold weapons.

Gunshots could have their accuracy affected by the weather, and electronic bombs could easily bring trouble upon oneself.

She liked to approach the target and strike them down in a single blow.

Simple, direct.

That blade, ready to be unsheathed at any moment, would inevitably be stained with blood every time it left its scabbard; she had never missed.

She was the ace of the Black Eagle Regiment, and naturally, she was also a thorn in the side of other organizations, with a bounty on her head so high it was staggering.

On one hand, she was the highest-priced assassin; on the other, she was the highest-value prey.

Under a heavy reward, there will always be brave men.

Under the temptation of lucrative bonuses and the chance to make a name for oneself with a single strike, even former comrades became rivals.

Recalling the stiff smile that froze on Code 49's face after his heart was pierced, a coldness entered Dugu Yue's eyes. This comrade, whom she had personally trained and who had been her partner in numerous operations, had perfectly demonstrated to her the meaning of betrayal.

To die together—this did indeed align with what 49 had said to her before.

"Sister 47, if we cannot live on the same day, then let us die on the same day!"