Chapter 13 The Sorrow of the Female Ninja and the Hell of the Female Ninja

Apartment bathroom interior
Link turned the switch, and the shower head on top suddenly began to flow.
The freezing cold water washed over the tied-up Nightingale below, waking her up.

She opened her eyes and looked around quickly, and soon realized her current situation.

Her arms were behind her back, and thick hemp ropes were intertwined around her body. With the exquisite rope-making skills that Link had learned from watching professional Japanese documentaries,

There was no possibility for her to break free.

(⊙)X(⊙)

The nightingale found that the more she struggled, the tighter the knot became.
Soon, her face turned red, her limbs became weak, and she stopped struggling.

He had already taken off his mask. Link reached out and pinched his cheek, examining it carefully for a long time.

I found that he had a somewhat familiar face, to be more precise, more like teacher Amamiya Ryuna.

So Link spoke tentatively.
"What do you do, my flower girl?"

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Nightingale looked at Link as if he were a fool, her red lips tightly closed, and she said nothing.
Link also felt embarrassed, but he still spoke confidently.
"It's not so easy to get away with it once you fall into my hands..."

Then, Link began to fumble around, trying to find the place on Nightingale's body where he could hide items, trying to find something that could prove her identity.

When pressing, Link clearly felt that there was a foreign object inside.

So, in Nightingale's horrified eyes, Link pressed hard and raised his hand...

“Puff, snap—”

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"No, you can hide here, right?"

"Fuck, how did you make it so long?"

"Anything else? Let me look for it..."

“Ahhhhhhh, um~”

Wearing gloves, Link took out a cylindrical object similar to a scroll box.

After opening it, I saw about a dozen gold coins with complex patterns etched on the surface.
"Gold coins, assassins...wait, this looks familiar?"

Link's mind raced, and he soon found a work that matched this element.
"Are you the killer from the Continental Hotel?"

Looking at the nightingale who rolled his eyes, drooled, and had a ruddy face, and collapsed like mud,

"Is it so good?"

Holding the box and gold coins in his hand, Link stood up, left the bathroom, and walked towards the bedroom, preparing to contact Brad to try to ask for some information.

And just a moment after Link left,

Nightingale, who had fainted just now, regained his clarity of mind and ignored his own embarrassment.

"Humph, this is just a warm-up for me who has been through many battles."

She quickly got up from the bathroom floor. With Link's groping, Nightingale also got a chance.

Using the movement of the body and the skills that have been practiced for a long time, I temporarily removed several bone joints and narrowed my body.

The original hemp rope could no longer bind it tightly.

The nightingale twisted its nimble body, and the hemp rope was untied with a rustling sound.

But she accidentally sat down on the cold ground.
"hiss--"

The cold stimulation rushing into Nightingale's mind made her squint her eyes.

"This guy is so rude, he has no skills at all, a little bit fell out, it's so cold..."

"After I get out, I will definitely..." "What will you definitely do?"

Link's faint voice came from outside the door.

"?!"

Before Nightingale could react, Link stretched out his large hands like iron pliers and strangled Nightingale's neck.
"Ahem, I mean I will serve you well..."

Then, Nightingale put on a seductive expression and pressed her long legs against him.
She tried to use her beauty to break through Link's psychological defenses.
Link naturally reached out his hand and found a mouse that would allow him to stop moving his hand.
His eyes were full of intoxication and excitement.

"Humph, men, nothing more than that."

Nightingale's eyes were full of disdain. Having been in the assassin industry for more than ten years, she had also encountered times when she hit a wall and failed.

But relying on this graceful body, she can kill her target and complete her mission when he reaches the climax of pleasure.

She was good at making poisons and regularly injected chronic toxins into her body. It could be said that even if Nightingale could not kill the target immediately, she could still torture the target to death by toxins and illness after having sex with him.
Next, all she had to do was have Link take her to the bedroom...

Suddenly, Nightingale felt a sharp pain in her chest, almost causing her to scream.

But in the current situation, she did not blurt out a curse, but looked pitiful and spoke tenderly,
"Don't use so much force."

"Let me try to see if it's original."

Link looked serious.
"……⊙▽⊙"

"Okay, it's almost time..."

Hearing this, Nightingale's eyes flashed with excitement. Is this finally over?

Holding Nightingale in his arms, Link left the bathroom and walked towards the bedroom.

Throwing the nightingale in his arms onto the bed,
The nightingale squinted her eyes, skillfully posed in a charming posture, opened her mouth with a lazy and intoxicated voice, and twisted her lilac tongue.

"Come on~"

"Why is this bed covered with plastic sheeting~"

"You'll know right away."

"Because it's time to send you on your way."

Link suddenly changed his previous affectionate expression and his eyes were full of coldness.
"what!?"

Nightingale was still confused about the plastic sheeting on the bed, and was startled by Link's sudden change.
But Link quickly pulled out Nightingale's samurai sword that was leaning against the wall.

The sharp blade was pressed against Nightingale's throat, and Link spoke in a deep voice,
"Any last words?"

"Why... why?"

Nightingale's eyes were full of confusion. Normally, no man could resist her temptation.
But this move that always worked well was used against Link today.

Am I going to die here just for 80 yuan?

Nightingale was filled with endless regret and pain. If God could give her another chance, she would definitely not choose to wade into this muddy water...

Link leaned close to Nightingale's ear and spoke,
"I'm afraid there's poison in you..."

Then, Link raised his sword and slashed Nightingale's throat with his samurai sword.
"Also...I think it's dirty."

The spilled blood dripped onto the plastic sheet that had been laid out in advance.
The Nightingale, whose throat was cut, spread its arms naturally and closed its eyes tightly.
The bright red blood flows slowly,
It's like a vivid ukiyo-e of death.

Then, Link took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which had a string of numbers written on it.
This is the contact information of the "Scavenger" that Link got from Brad.
"You can come over now, I need cleaning service here..."

(End of this chapter)