So, they are constantly developing these black industries.

and also formed a production company, also named Tiewei.

And this production company produces the same kind of film noir as you would expect.

The dark side that no one wants to mention.

I was unfortunate and lucky.

In order to survive, the orphanage chose to trade with human traffickers.

They chose to sacrifice a few in order to ensure the survival of most of the children.

And I am one of those sacrifices.

This is my misfortune.

Luckily, instead of being sold as a slave to other countries or used as livestock as film noir fodder, I narrowly passed the test and was left in a terrorist training camp to start training as a hitman.

There are also ten people who have also passed the training.

The first lesson they taught to these fundamentalist bastards was not the art of fighting, nor the use of weapons and equipment, nor the assassination technique at all.

They simply gave me a field dagger and instructed me to kill the kidnapped child.

Children are the easiest to teach, they can easily manipulate us and do all kinds of cruel and cruel things.

After killing the target, they congratulated us and passed the first course.

I won't forget what the instructor named Mike said to us.

"You don't need to think about anything, complete the task we have given you, and you will be rewarded."

And this reward is the meat of the child we tortured and killed just now.

A six- to eight-year-old child, a body whose values have not yet given birth to a soul, can easily be made into a tool for killing.

Those who can't pass their brutal training will be planted in the chest by terrorists and randomly assigned locations to carry out suicide attacks.

The brutal training lasted for a whole year, and in the end, only three people actually passed their training, including me.

And just as the three of us were about to undergo the final drug, a drug trial called a smart drug, our base was attacked by unknown militants.

In the panic, I was the only one who did not evacuate, to be precise, only the person who was responsible for transporting me was shot and killed.

Without the order, I could only stand there motionless.

A few minutes later, the officers who arrived pointed their guns at me.

"Kid? What's your name?"

「7.」

"Numbered killer?!"

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he was stopped by a man.

"Marty! What are you doing?"

"Lord, don't come closer, this kid is a numbered killer!"

I don't know what the concept of a numbered killer is.

The man who had followed the man called the Lord heard the word, and for a moment, turned his gun on me.

And the lord made a gesture to these people to lay down his weapons.

"You men, you guys, are you going to point your guns at such a child? All of them lay down their arms for me!"

The words of the Lord were effectively carried out.

He turned, facing Marty.

"Marty, I'll leave it to me, you continue to command the battle, don't let them run, understand!"

「Yes，Sir！」

Marty, who was trotting, was out of my sight.

The man, who was called the Lord, dispersed the armed men who had formed a circle around me.

Ten meters away, he beckoned to me.

——

"My name is Muhan, can you come with me?"

——

One year of training didn't teach me who to follow.

Simple obedience to orders.

Even if you don't know someone, a command is an order.

I — took that step.

——

After I got out of the terrorist training camp, I went back to the welfare facility that sold me.

This is probably the so-called fate of people.

I was there, and I got a temporary peace.

The religious group led by Muhan fought fiercely with the terrorists for more than a month and succeeded in expelling them from the city.

The removal of terrorists does not mean that this good time will come.

The city was in ruins, and now, there is nothing left.

Terrorists who had relied on foreign funding and aid in the past had managed to control the situation through repressive policies, and when they were overthrown, turmoil and war broke out again.

War is something like that, once someone starts it, it will never end easily.

Even at this critical juncture, this welfare facility, which was forgotten in the past, has now welcomed the visit of a big man.

Muhan, the leader of the religious organization, is called the Lord's Man by his subordinates.

After the dean accompanied him around the tour, he took the initiative to find me.

He crouched down and looked me in the eye.

"I've checked your name, your name is Yuyinye, remember, don't forget, this is your very important name."

「...」

Seeing that I didn't react, the dean on the side smiled and agreed.

"Your Excellency, this child can't speak, and he eats only raw meat."

"Was that what she was?"

「...」

The dean's face changed abruptly, from ruddy to pale.

This drastic change didn't take more than a second in total.

Muhan, he gently touched my head.

"I've already investigated you, and I know that you're protecting most of the children, and you don't have to hide anything, and I won't hold you accountable, but you have to answer my questions honestly."

"I see, Lord."

"Was this the case with this child?"

"No, I didn't talk much, but I can still talk."

"How many people did you trade with the terrorists?"

The dean's vision dimmed a little.

It was seconds before he gritted his teeth and reported the number.

"Thirty-two."

"Of the thirty-two children, how many have returned?"

"This kid is the only one I've seen."

"Really?"

Muhan turned and looked directly at the dean.

In the next second, a fist appeared in the dean's face.

With just one punch, he knocked the dean to the ground.

"Do you know what this does? Do you know what happened to this group of children who were sent out?"

「...」

The dean, who fell to the ground, could only face the ground and say nothing.

Seeing this scene, Muhan shook his head.

"I said I wouldn't hold you accountable, but you'll never be able to wash your sins away."

「...」

The dean stood up again without saying a word.

Muhan let go of his clenched fist and turned to me.

"Just now you said that this kid only eats raw meat? What's going on?"

"It's true... What she eats... She still eats—"

"Don't be so vague, say it!"

"She still eats... Flesh on corpses."

(End of chapter)

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