Mercenary's War-Chapter 2037 - 2014: Go Buy a House

Number Thirteen meticulously crafted the plan, striving to minimize all uncontrollable factors, prompting the target to act as desired under reasonable circumstances, but nothing more.

Number Thirteen couldn’t control the minds of the three targets, so after doing his best, he still needed several backup plans and some good luck.

The target might not get out of the car to enter the fast-food restaurant and instead drive away to stay in the car for surveillance. If so, the outcome might not be optimal or even fail, with every possibility leading the situation in an uncontrollable direction.

Sometimes, whether a plan is successfully executed depends on luck, and this time, Number Thirteen’s luck held strong.

The three individuals separated, one staying for surveillance, one taking a companion to the hospital—this was normal. It was also normal for two people to take a companion to the hospital. When Number Thirteen promptly had Little Donnie make a phone call gesture, causing the three individuals to change their mind, this demonstrated Number Thirteen’s grasp of the situation, along with a bit of luck.

They didn’t have time to trouble the fast-food restaurant anymore. Though angry, compared to the ongoing job, this was minor—besides, they didn’t mind seeking justice afterward.

The manager was very anxious and shouted, "Turn right and follow the road, then straight on to the hospital. I’ll go with you."

"No need; you can follow us in the car behind."

Things in the car couldn’t be shown to outsiders. So, they declined the manager’s offer, two people quickly assisted their companion into the car, and then sped away at the fastest speed.

Little Donnie never glanced outside; he focused on his lunch, occasionally checking his phone.

This was murder, but it must never appear as murder.

The event itself was abnormal, but all coincidences and misfortunes had to seem normal. Every detail had to withstand scrutiny, and all mistakes were the target’s own, or at least, they bore responsibility.

For example, speeding.

"Package is on the road, observe speed control, first intersection—green light, switch."

On the road, there were few pedestrians and vehicles. A silver-gray sedan sped through the first intersection, turned a corner, and headed towards the hospital.

"Target passed the first intersection, speed at thirty-four miles per hour."

"Control traffic on the main road’s side lanes, make the road a bit more clear, point A, prepare."

"Target passed the second intersection, speed at forty-six miles per hour, main road quite busy, target still within speed limit, approaching third intersection."

"Immediate light change at third intersection! Point A abort action, point B prepare."

"Target passed the third intersection, speed at fifty-one miles per hour, exceeding speed limit, traffic volume on main road significantly decreased, target can accelerate again."

"Point B, initiate action, speed control at twenty miles per hour."

"Point B action, garbage truck dispatched, speed twenty miles per hour."

"Target reached fourth monitoring point, speed sixty miles per hour, at basic speed, in one minute and thirty seconds, to converge at fifth monitoring point."

"Prepare for impact."

"Understood, prepare for impact."

Number Thirteen gently exhaled, picked up the radio, and whispered, "Dial this number immediately, keywords, report the name of your restaurant, in twenty minutes, meet at your restaurant."

Little Donnie received Number Thirteen’s instructions, so he promptly dialed the number, blurted out a message, and then hung up the phone.

Number Thirteen again whispered, "Roadblock car is on the road, garbage truck accelerate to thirty-two miles per hour."

"Target car has entered the fifth monitoring point area, accelerating again, speed seventy-five miles per hour, severely over-speeding, roadblock car is on the road."

"Target car speed eighty-two miles per hour, has reached behind the roadblock car."

Number Thirteen exhaled, whispered, "Countdown, precise control, it’s up to you."

"Understood, garbage truck accelerate to forty miles per hour! Prepare for impact, 5, 4, 3, accelerate, 2, 1."

On a road with a speed limit of fifty miles per hour, and few vehicles, a silver-gray sedan was severely speeding.

"Target made a phone call, meet at the restaurant in twenty minutes, and George looks in pain, struggling to breathe, faster!"

"I’m already speeding up!"

The driver was equally anxious, and he hit the pedal hard again; although the two-lane road was wide, a vehicle was traveling in the left lane ahead. Though the vehicle was traveling at the speed limit, it was still too slow.

Would someone anxious and speeding follow the rule of overtaking on the left?

The driver made a sharp right turn; the way ahead was clear, no braking, no deceleration, passing the vehicle ahead on the right. But just as he passed, a green garbage truck suddenly emerged from a side road on his right.

This road was a main road but not a highway, so it wasn’t fully enclosed. The garbage truck’s sudden appearance and speed took up almost half the road.

There was no time or distance for emergency braking, and though he furiously hit the brakes while steering, the silver-gray sedan still rammed directly into the garbage truck.

If it weren’t for speeding, all this could have been avoided. But at a speed of eighty-five miles per hour—or one hundred thirty-six kilometers per hour—emergency braking and sharp steering had no effect.

The silver-gray sedan collided horizontally with the garbage truck’s front, then hit the median heavily, flew up, flipped in the air, and crashed heavily onto the opposite side, flipping over twice more and stopping only after crashing into the roadside greenery.

The silver-gray sedan was shattered beyond recognition. The garbage truck stopped, its driver bewildered as he got out.

Vehicles from both directions all halted. Concerned citizens rushed to check on the sedan’s passengers, but quickly abandoned rescue efforts as the occupants were as incomplete as the car. Yet, they still dialed for emergency services.

All of this was recorded by surveillance—a serious accident caused by severe speeding, with no survivors among the car’s passengers.

"Key items retrieved, package placed in."

Number Thirteen smiled slightly, finally taking a deep, satisfying breath, then loudly said, "Let the ambulance and police cars through. The plan is complete, you may commence cleanup work."

Meanwhile, Little Donnie, still dining at the restaurant, suddenly heard Number Thirteen’s command once more.

"Finish your lunch and then head back; it’s over now. They’re still house hunting, perhaps you’ll find a house you like and can buy it by the way."

It was indeed finished. Little Donnie picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, then picked up the phone. Once connected, though there was no sound from the other end, Little Donnie still smiled and said, "Eliza, maybe it’s time we bought our own house. Would you like to go see with Mom?"