Who knows? He shrugged and walked in calmly while the blonde receptionist smiled at him. He showed her the coin, and she continued smiling before indicating the elevator and floor.
Ringo wouldn't admit he was embarrassed when even the receptionist didn't change her expression upon seeing the coin and continued acting normally. - Seriously, in this shitty world, everyone's an actor?
Ringo, who was inwardly somewhere between embarrassed and resentful, felt lucky he was still wearing sunglasses. At least it must have helped him hide a bit, right?
Ringo brushed it aside and was guided by an employee who appeared to be dressed like a croupier to the elevator, where he ascended to the twenty-third floor. He exited at another reception area, and the croupier took him there.
He handed the coin to the attendant before being led to a room with a white-gloved attendant. He watched him for a while and was tempted to ask if the attendants here worked part-time at casinos, but he finally fell silent, still irritated with the receptionist.
The pair sat on leather sofas in the rustic-style room with a blazing fireplace, and the man holding a tablet asked in a smooth, professional voice; -What will your code name be?
-Death Scream.
The man paused for a moment and typed in the nickname, which, fortunately, was accepted. Ringo had already thought of several nicknames, Death Scream seemed to fit his "Esper power", making him more easily recognized and feared.
Afterward, the attendant asked basic questions like his phone number and email address, as well as if he wanted to add any private information. Ringo provided the phone number and email address he had already chosen and refused to provide any other information.
-Okay, you're now a reserve assassin, specifically on probation. The moment you complete your first mission, you'll be promoted to Scorpion rank. You can choose from previously posted assignments, bring someone from the wanted list, or be chosen by an employer through your database profile. In this case, we'll contact you. - the man explained calmly.
-You can also accept private assignments, but assignments accepted through us will have a fixed 5% commission. You can contact the Vitória Hotel if you have any questions.
Ringo nodded calmly.
-These are the available assignments. - The man handed him the tablet.
Ringo searched for the closest assassination assignments and found three available at Star Dragon. There were probably more, but he couldn't access them due to his level.
He took a look and saw there was one to assassinate a gang leader in the southern district. The pay was 60,000, a little low, but it was just something simple for him.
The other two, one was a Star Dragon employee and the other was a wealthy woman, but there was no information about "crimes." He didn't want to kill someone randomly, even though he can now kill without blinking, he prefers to set limits on himself or he'll end up a homicidal lunatic sooner or later.
Well... it seems he's already a homicidal lunatic.
He accepted the mission, and the man didn't even blink, despite the obvious difficulty and insufficient reward.
Perhaps the employer of this mission just wanted to harass the target, so he left the mission open for newbies to accept and irritate the target.
He also saw his own reward there, which almost made him laugh, wondering if he would get 10 million if he tried to turn himself in.
He used only basic information, after all, the target was a famous gangster. He rented a room at the hotel to leave his backpack, taking only a few thousand dollars, a gun with a few rounds of ammunition with him.
Leaving the hotel, he walked down the sidewalk when he suddenly stopped, looking into the store. He saw a mannequin wearing a long black leather coat, its a windbreaker. He stared for a moment, entered the store, and came out shortly after wearing the coat, not only that, but also a black fedora on his head.
-I can already be in The Matrix.- Ringo laughed amusedly and adjusted his hat. - Or maybe Van Helsing.
He delved deeper into the alleys.
He quickly found the location in a low-income area. The mansion was visible, full of armed guards. It was still daylight. Ringo didn't go inside. Instead, he adjusted his ears and blasted ultrasonic waves as he circled the grounds, mapping.
When the sky darkened completely, Ringo, dressed in black, used echolocation to evade any patrols. When they got too close, he changed the frequency to stun them. Not the kind that paralyzes an enemy, but one that leaves them slow and confused, as if they'd been working for days without sleep, too tired to process the information around them.
His movement was swift, and it took only a few minutes to enter. He climbed the mansion and entered through an open window. Once inside, he began searching again.
Listening to the conversations, he could tell who was an employee and who was a boss. He heard the target's daughter talking on the phone with her friend about a boy named James she wanted to kiss. He heard the target's wife giving a blowjob to a man, probably a security guard, in a room not far away. Then, finally, he heard the target having fun with a maid on the other side of the mansion.
For a moment, he didn't know what to say about this family.
In any case, he approached the target. He could use Destroy, which essentially mimicked the target's internal wavelength, that's what he used to "melt" brains in Falcon's gang, but that would also kill the maid. He didn't know if she deserved to die, but killing her for being part of her boss's infidelity wasn't in his plans, so he used Paralysis.
Sleep would be the best option, but the target would notice if he started to get sleepy during such an "exciting" act.
The two quickly fell to the ground as he entered and stared at the man on top of the maid. The pair were stiff and spasming slightly, their eyes still open, their faces contorted.
Ringo considered how he should handle this and finally shrugged. It wasn't his problem.
He shot the man with a silencer and let him bleed out onto the maid, who would likely die when the situation was discovered. But he didn't care. His conscience prevented him from acting against the innocent, but it didn't make him a good Samaritan to try to protect the maid.
He could help this time, but what about next time? What about the next time? What about after that?
He's not a hero, much less a villain; he's probably more of a mercenary with some moral principle, so... Deadpool?
Man, that was a real loss. It would be hilarious to wear a red costume and act like Deadpool, but then again, Han Xiao came from a parallel universe, and there were several references to his original world throughout the plot, so he probably knew a lot of pop culture.
Imitating Deadpool is like giving yourself away and saying there's another reincarnator here, not to mention the players who would easily recognize him.
Of course, they'd just think it's an Easter Egg, but not Han, he'd guess for sure.
Besides, this isn't a comic book, and wearing a costume like that must be incredibly uncomfortable.
It seemed like too much work. Taking one last look at the bizarre scene, he shook his head and left, jumping out the window after confirming no one was around. He calmly left, staying away from the cameras and the patrol.
After leaving, he texted "mission complete," and the attendant replied that it was under review. He returned to the hotel, heading to his room on the twentieth floor. He took a long shower, and when he collapsed onto the bed in only his pajama bottoms, he sighed contentedly. He hadn't had a bed since arriving in this world, he'd forgotten how much he missed one.
He wanted to eat, but at that moment, eating became less important. He fell asleep anyway, without even turning off the light, sinking into his comfortable bed.
Ringo woke to the sound of his cell phone ringing. He groaned irritably as he reached for the nightstand next to the bed.
Picking it up and answering the phone, he heard a woman's gentle voice. - Mr. Death Scream, your mission has been confirmed. Do you have an account to which you wish to send the money, or do you wish the hotel to create one for you? If you choose the latter, there is a $1,000 fee for the service.
-Second, send the card to my room. - he replied with a sigh. He couldn't even stay groggy after waking up. He stood up, stretching comfortably, his bones creaking with a continuous sound.
-Okay, and besides, I must congratulate you on becoming a Scorpio-level assassin. - The woman continued in a monotone but gentle tone.
-Yes? Well, send me some food too. I want a large roast beef sandwich with barbecue sauce, and a case of beer, cold.
The woman was silent for a moment as she said sharply. - I'm not responsible for...
-Just take out 5,000 for yourself and do it. - Ringo said lightly.
After another brief silence, she spoke, this time more gently and politely than before. -Okay, expect your food and card in a few minutes, Mr. Death Scream.
-Okay, thanks. - He said and hung up, throwing the cell phone on the bed, before yawning and going to brush his teeth and use the bathroom.
Shortly after finishing to use the bathroom, room service arrived. He smiled as he grabbed his card and tossed it carelessly on the bed. Then he grabbed the cans of beer and the sandwich and closed the door on the attendant, who probably wanted a tip. He smiled as he took a big bite and almost cried. Now that's food.
Cracking open a beer, he tipped it back, tasting the malt as bad as he remembered. He sighed happily. It reminded him of the first time he'd secretly drank a beer with his cousins, choking on the taste and nearly dying from coughing so hard. Those were the good times.
He went to the balcony and stretched out on a beach chair overlooking the hotel's massive pool below, over a glass railing, and stretched out, eating comfortably. This was the life.
Anyone who wanted to be like Han Xiao in a workshop smelling of metal and engine oil could do it, this was the life he desired.
He smiled as he ate his food. After drinking all the beers and eating the sandwich, he took a light nap, only waking up at lunchtime, hungry again.