Chapter 329 - Killing People Is An Acceptable Hobby

When they finished getting dressed, Wuming and Addison went down and joined the others for breakfast. Their once quiet table were now filled with lively chatter.

"Another thing, we're leaving today," he informed everybody and before anyone could ask, "we have a job."

Qing Chen only gave him a warning look from the head of the table. "Just be careful."

"Yes, boss," he casually replied and Addison gave him an incredulous look. He shrugged at her as if to say 'what? Killing people is an acceptable hobby in this house.' 

Addison might act like she was detached but Wuming already got the idea that she liked it in their house, especially now that they have a mystery to solve. If she didn't like it in the house, she would have already insisted on leaving.

It was funny how he could kind of read her mind after only spending a few days together.

After breakfast, Wuming and Addison left the property on foot. "Surely, you do this too, right?" he asked her as they waited at the bus stop. "Harder to track?"

"Of course," she sighed. "You would not imagine my pain as I stand inside a bus wearing a slit dress and eight-inch heels."

Wuming leaned against her. "Please tell me you already killed someone with the pointy end of your shoes. Those things are deadly."

"Once or twice," she admitted with a smile. "These clothes," she gestured to her body, "I have to say, there were only a handful of jobs I did wearing something like this."

"This one would be your favorite," Wuming said confidently. The bus came and both of them opted to stand in the middle. Wuming held on both handlebars, putting Addison in between and held his arms.

"We cannot talk about killing people now," she said in a quiet voice.

"That's all we talk about," Wuming grinned down at her. "You know what, it's just now that I am fully aware of how small you are."

"What?!" she laughed at her sneakers. "Not even when you know, carried me while we were—"

Wuming shook his head.

"Funny, you're just a typical guy," she said with a shake of her head.

"And why is that?"

"You're also oblivious to some facts. I watched this movie before, she was a dancer and accidentally got pregnant, her boss asked her if the guy knew, she said something like 'he's a man, he wouldn't notice until my belly is blocking the television'."

He frowned. "It's a good thing that I don't watch that much TV."

Addison slapped his arm. "Not the point."

"I know, I know," Wuming said, joking. Then in a lower voice, "Speaking of, do you ever planned to have kids?"

"Why do you ask?" she dared.

"Well, you know, since we're going to backpack across the world when this is all over… you might… come to think that we just want to stay with each other until we die. So…"

Addison smiled at his words. "Fall in love, you mean?"

He shook his head in denial. "More like a friend's pact. Something like, if you're not yet married when we reach thirty, we should just marry each other."

Addison stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss on his lips. "A friend's pact."

He leaned down and kissed her. "Now our deal is sealed."

**

The skit that Wuming got was simple. Addison was confused at first because when they got off the bus, they were nowhere near the venue of the party this afternoon. A mass murder in broad daylight. Only a handful of assassins would dare.

In Addison's original plan, she was going to stride in there, guns blazing, firing at everybody she saw at dinner.

The event would last the whole day so Wuming thought that it would be better if they would cut it short. Wuming got inside a party needs store and walked right to the counter.

"Hi, is this where ABC Foundation got their balloons?"

"Who's asking?"

"My boss is aking me to do a final rundown of the things that would be sent to the party this afternoon."

"Of course, of course," said the old woman from behind the counter. "They are almost ready to leave." She pointed them to an "authorised personnel only" door.

"Great, thanks," he smiled.

"Balloons, seriously?" Addison whispered under her breath. 

"Yeah, this is ingenious." When they got to the back Wuming was more than happy to find some of his men already there. "Clown! Isn't this just your scene? Balloons, right?"

Clown smiled at his joke. "Here you are, boss. The tanks that you need are already in the other car. Do you want me to drive for you?"

Wuming clapped the man's back. "Thank you, good man."

Addison and him got into the back of the car. Wuming thought her how to mix the gases inside the balloons so it would explode later.

"What?" Addison had to say that she was impressed. "I never thought of this."

"Exactly what I thought when I read this part in the book."

"We should invest more in assassin novels. We might get ideas."

"Ditto," Wuming said, tying the end of the balloon carefully. "You won't need a thousand bullets today. Just one."

**

Wuming had never been a fan committing a mass murder. But these folks deserve it. He and Addison were now far away from the venue, looking through scopes of rifles. The sun was scorching their skins but it would be all worth it later.

The people they were meant to kill were stealing against sick people. They pose as an organization that gives free healthcare for terminally ill children. Of all the donations that they receive worldwide, they only give less than half of what they get.

So yes, Wuming would be able to sleep peacefully tonight knowing that these people were eradicated from this world. 

"Ready whenever you are," Wuming said.

"Fire," Addison said and pulled the trigger. 

The whole room exploded.