Chapter 171: Chapter 170.

Chapter 170. Operation: Supernova (1/4)

After Ms. Angel of Death departed for the second time today, I sat around and mulled over everything. My thoughts eventually turned to the events that transpired on the day of Operation Supernova which yielded this awful end result where I became Ms. Angel of Death’s boyfriend.

I cursed and pondered over how I could have avoided this situation. It was a form of self-reflection after the fact. Going back to that day, was there really anything I could have done differently though? 

No.

I felt I’d done everything in my power to ensure there was no way she’d have any clues. The fact that this was the end result was quite literally the direct result of Ms. Angel of Death’s stubbornness and inability to let sleeping dogs lie.

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“Rosa, are you there?” I called out to her over the phone. 

The time, early morning before the sun had risen. The day, Sunday; it was a day before the start of the second semester.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“You tracked him down as I asked you to on New Year's Day, right?”

“Yeah, I did.”

Yes, I hadn’t been moving alone. I’d enlisted Rosa’s assistance from day one. She was someone reliable that I trusted.

“Were you able to sneak in without any problems yesterday?”

“Yes. I infiltrated in disguise as room service as you suggested. I wore a wig and everything. As requested, there’s no chance he’d ever recognize me. I confirmed he kept his laptop in his hotel and not where his family lived. I also confirmed there was a password on it but I couldn’t get into it since there wasn’t enough time to try anything.”

“That’s fine, as long as he wasn’t alerted that anything was up, it’s all good. I can take care of that on my own. Were you able to make a copy of his keycard?”

“Yes. I snatched his card while cleaning up the room and was able to record the magnetic signature from it. I used it to make a copy for you, it should be under the pillow in your room. I slipped it under it while you were asleep. Since doing that, I’ve been keeping an eye on the target remotely via the camera on one of my drones from Alicia’s room through my laptop. The drone is currently connected to a public Wifi network on the adjacent building’s rooftop. It’s presently plugged into a charging station I set up, I can remotely disconnect it from the charging station at any time in case of an emergency.”

“And the hotel cameras?”

“I was able to sneak into the security room when the guard went on lunch to delete the security footage of me. I set it up so the monitors would display footage from the week prior today so you don’t need to worry about being recorded by them. All the cameras will be off for the day. When the following day comes, they’ll just assume it was malfunctioning. The log system for room entry will also be temporarily down during this time.”

“Aren’t you too amazing?”

“I was brought up by two assassins. They took me all around the world since I was young, teaching me all sorts of tricks in the process. Such little matters are trivial.”

She’d used her drone all day on New Year's Day to track down our target and find out where he was staying. The following day, while I was busy with my own preparations, she’d gone undercover to do all of this at my request.

She was truly amazing. Was she really the same age as me? Sure, she was initially bad academically, but as an assassin, her skill set was top notch in my mind. I was so inferior that it wasn’t even funny.

“I also left a special two-way radio under your pillow as well. We’ll use that to communicate while you're there.”

“Isn’t it too far away to reach here?”

“The radio is connected to my first drone set up across from the hotel so it will be close enough for me to send and receive messages from here. It will be encrypted and sent over the public wifi network to me. I have a secondary drone that will be tailing the target once he’s on the move. That one is connected to a cellular data network through my phone. I’ll only send it out once the target leaves the hotel. I’ll be able to both communicate to you his location and keep an eye on the target this way.”

“Thanks, that’s perfect.”

“Make sure you don’t bring your personal mobile phone into his room. Don’t bring it into the building at all. As for your laptop, keep it disconnected and offline, do not connect it to any networks.”

“I know.” Honestly, we were probably being far more careful than we needed to. The target was a dumbass, however, the ones we were most concerned about were the police. They would be involved in this whole affair.

“Good, I will have Irene run interference if he’s returning and you’re not out yet. She’s experienced as both a hostess and barista, so she’s quite skilled with such things. She’s someone I consider very reliable if an emergency situation presents itself.”

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“You told Irene?” I was a bit surprised when Rosa informed me of that.

“Yes, she’s only aware up to the point that we may need her to keep this person busy if I give her the signal. She’s willing to miss out on some time at work in the worst case. I told her I’d compensate her for any lost hours. Either way, she has l free time on Sunday up until 3:30 PM because of you now. When I told her this request was for you, she easily agreed, no questions asked. She even seemed a bit excited that she could help. You sure are loved.”

“She’s only excited because it sounds interesting.”

“It is interesting.”

“Is she in disguise?”

“Yes, you don’t need to worry about that. She will be in disguise in the event she needs to approach him.”

“Good.”

“But what the hell did this guy do to piss you off so much that you’re going through all this effort for? You still haven’t told me anything. You just came up and told me on New Year’s Day to track him down and do all this without explaining a single thing. I’ll naturally do it since I love you, but I’d at least like to know a bit. He’s just some stupid celebrity, right? Did he spit on your mother’s grave or something?”

“He actually hasn’t done anything to me.”

“Hah! Are you just doing this for fun? Destroying a celebrity's entire career because you had nothing better to do?”

“There is a reason, it’s just difficult to explain.”

“Did you get jealous because he’s good-looking? Is it something petty? Did he maybe look at one of us the wrong way and you took offense to that? Is that why you wanted to make sure he doesn’t recognize me in the future? Are you afraid he’d hit on me?”

“Well… this guy has a history of sleeping around a lot. He’s… also raped someone.”

“What! He’s raped someone!”

“Shhhhh. Quiet down. Either way, he’s a piece of shit who’s about to be exposed as a disgusting cheater and rapist. There’s no need to show mercy. Personally, I don’t care about the entire cheating or rape ordeal, but his actions would stir up a lot of problems in the city if I didn’t do anything about him. My peaceful times would be disrupted. I’m only doing this so I can relax.”

“Who’d he rape exactly?”

“That’s classified information. The less people who know, the better. The person he raped is… very vicious. If I didn’t have to get involved, I wouldn’t. All I’ll say is someone planned to commit suicide to destroy this person after they were raped. She would drag him into the grave with her if need be. The aftermath would be pretty awful.”

“I see. So the evidence is on the laptop?”

“I already have all the evidence I need. The reason I need to get access to his laptop is actually to delete something and replace it with something else. If he becomes aware something fishy is up and feels cornered in the next few days, he may self-destruct and cause an even bigger mess by releasing that video.”

“I see. It makes sense why you’re going through all this extra effort when you already have the incriminating evidence.”

“Anyway, I’ll be a bit busy for a while. If there’s movement, text me ASAP.”

“Alright, no problem.”

“Bye.”

“Just bye?” It sounded like she was pouting on the other end of the call. We were actually both home, but we were still talking through the phone. It was early morning and I’d been finishing up my own preparations.

“Love you. Bye.” Helpless, I gave her what she wanted.

“Heheh. That’s much better. Love you too~ bye~”

The call cut out.

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