Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 1.1. The Big Bird Round Bar

"Whoosh! I still prefer the big, curvy woman with a great figure!"

It's 10 PM at the Big Bird Bar.

The bubbly, crystal-clear beer mug clinked against the bar. He Ye downed the beer with gusto, then let out a shout from the depths of his soul, praising it endlessly!

That's cool!

The bartender in the suit standing opposite him wiped the sweat from his brow. If he remembered correctly, this was the fifth time he had seen him come to drown his sorrows this week.

By the way, today is Friday.

"No offense, bro, but drinking it all away won't solve anything. You're so supportive of my performance, so I'll take care of yours too—what's wrong? Did you have a fight with your wife or are you being harassed by your boss?"

The bartender shook the flask as he spoke, his concern barely concealing his true, sycophantic nature.

No wonder, since he was drowning his sorrows in a bar.

"I want a divorce." He Ye raised her flushed face.

"Then let's get a divorce." The bartender said casually, the silver flask in his hand rattling loudly.

He Ye was speechless: "Shouldn't you be asking me why I want a divorce at this time?"

"No, what I really want to ask is, what era are we living in? Why did you even think of getting married?" the bartender said without changing his expression.

He Ye remained silent for a moment after hearing this.

Since the end of the second hot war between country A and country B five years ago, society has enjoyed a brief period of peace.

Originally military technology has benefited civilians, leading to rapid economic development and prosperity in all areas, including production, consumption, and investment.

Unfortunately, all of this has a critical point.

For example, factories that originally relied on pure manual labor are now filled with machine production lines.

Rapid technological advancements have led to the disappearance of most jobs, with unemployment rates rising year after year, leaving many people unemployed.

Take He Ye, for example, who is 22 years old and was once a spy for the intelligence agency of Country B. Now he is not only unemployed, but he has been even more out of work since the government secretly stopped paying his subsidies nine months ago.

My pockets are so empty they're practically jingling.

Besides the decline in the unemployment rate, the long period of peace has led to the emergence of many new trends in society, the most prominent of which is the NQ ideology.

That is, Nymph oracle, not feminism.

This trend of thought has many implications, and what it has ultimately evolved into is that few men dare to get married these days, which is why the bartender joked about He Ye.

Let's turn our attention back to the present moment—

The big bird circles around the bar's front desk.

He Ye was still silent with a worried expression when the bartender stopped sifting the liquor and leaned against the counter, earnestly trying to persuade her:

"Bro, if you really want a divorce, judging from the current trend, you'll probably get the mortgage, and she'll get the house. There might even be some more cruel compensation clause... If you get cheated on, just bear with it."

“No…” He Ye shook his head awkwardly, “Didn’t you hear what I said at the very beginning?”

"what?"

"I've realized that I still prefer long-legged beauties."

Bartender: "?"

He Ye pushed aside his beer mug, looked earnestly at the guy in front of him who was willing to listen to his woes, and solemnly said:
"Actually, I have spent my whole life walking through gunfire and rarely experienced this peaceful time. But I found that I was wrong. I don't like peace that much—just like I don't like my wife that much."

"So, what are your wife's shortcomings?" the bartender asked, raising an eyebrow.

In the brightly lit, bustling atmosphere of the bar, the two of them gazed intently into each other's eyes.

He Ye said firmly:

"First of all, she can't cook at all. When I get home from work, I either eat fast food or I roll up my sleeves and start cooking myself. How can I tolerate that?"

“Indeed.” The bartender stroked his chin.

"I can endure it."

He Ye pursed her lips and said, then continued her story without stopping:

"Secondly, she doesn't have a job and just stays at home all day playing with that Garfield cat. I'm the one who pays for all her expenses. Who can tolerate that?"

"really."

"I held back again."

He Ye pursed her lips again, raised her third finger, took a deep breath, and said:
"Finally, although she is my wife, it is not what I want to be with her. All of this is just my boss's task."

"They're really going for a fancy game," the bartender thought to himself, clicking his tongue.

“And most importantly, she’s not my type. You know what I mean, tablet.” He Ye stretched out his hand and gestured to his chest seriously: “That’s it, that’s it. Although my neighbors and friends all praise her for being beautiful, like a celebrity.”

"That's pretty good too."

"But I can't stand it!"

He Ye said sorrowfully, pounding her fist on the bar counter:
"Me? I've only just realized my type: long-legged beauties with big breasts and big butts!"

It seemed as if she was crying uncontrollably.

"..." The bartender was silent for a few seconds, then whistled lightly, "Whoosh, let's get a divorce then."

"..."

It seems we've come full circle.

However, even if the two are the same, the impact of their emotions can vary greatly depending on the state of mind of the person involved. For example, at this moment, He Ye, who was originally immersed in sadness, was stunned.

Yeah, wouldn't it be better to just get a divorce?
"Check, please." He stood up.

"A cup of 'Woodpecker Drilling Machine' tea, 22 yuan."

"Keep the change." He Ye tossed a crumpled wad of banknotes from his pocket, picked up his coat, and left with the silhouette of a Western gunslinger.

The bartender reached out and crumpled up the wads of banknotes. They were the newly issued Krubur banknotes from five months ago. Their exchange rate in Country A had been fluctuating wildly and was almost at rock bottom.

The bartender counted the money and exclaimed, "Oh dear, we're still short two dollars!"

"This beast is inhuman," the bartender exclaimed.

At 11 p.m., in the brightly lit and bustling Big Bird Bar, new customers quickly filled the empty seats. The bartender continued to shake his silver flask, chatting and joking with the customers.

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11 p.m., Macon Street, Greeley City, Country A.

As the most prosperous city in Country A, Glaley City has a radio station, a television station, a financial building, and various municipal government units in this area where land is extremely valuable.

Therefore, most residential buildings are located on the periphery.

In layman's terms, Makang Street is located outside the Fifth Ring Road of Glendale. He Ye owns an apartment there, located at Room 301, 3rd Floor, Qingyuesen Apartment, a nice 100-square-meter apartment with two bedrooms, a living room, a balcony, and a bathroom.

Unfortunately, he will lose this house soon.

A divorce would undoubtedly leave one with nothing—but leaving this fortune to former colleagues within the organization is perfectly reasonable. Most importantly, there are the people and events involved in this decision.

Keheye has really made up her mind.

He'd had enough of this decadent lifestyle! Every day was spent drowning his sorrows in bars, paying the price for a future he couldn't see! If he continued like this, what difference was there between him and a rat rotting in the sewers?!

He wanted the name "Leon Rossi" to die.

This man, bound by a sham marriage, had never even touched a woman's lips at 22. He worked diligently as a spy, only to be abandoned by his organization. His original dream was to become a teacher at an orphanage…

The night was deep, and the orange streetlights lit up the streets. He Ye, wrapped in his clothes, walked quickly along the road. He did not look back, because once he made up his mind, he would never look back.

She's a nagging mother-in-law, not a woman.

I kicked the door open, packed my bags, and told Yugiri that it was all over! I was leaving this damned spy organization! Just like the sun that has already set, there is no future!

Fuck it, just do it!

Filled with indignation and passion, He Ye arrived at his doorstep moments later. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door with an imposing air, as if he were a National Security Bureau raider bursting in!

He Ye pushed open the door.

The living room lights were on. The assassin was not asleep; she was drowsy, leaning against the sofa, with a cup of coffee that had gone cold on the table.

"You're back... Leon?"

The assassin rubbed her sleepy eyes and said that her senses, honed over many years on the battlefield, had not yet faded. The moment the key was inserted into the lock, she already knew someone was coming back.

But she still likes to greet people that way.

“Sophia… no, Yugiri, I think we should have a serious talk.”

He Ye called out her code name from the organization, hoping it would make her understand his purpose. This was no ordinary visit; it was a visit fraught with tension.

The assassin stared blankly for a moment, seemingly still troubled by lack of sleep.

As an assassin, it was common for her to work through the night to assassinate a target, but now, even though it was only late at night, she already felt tired.

Indeed, too much peace can make people complacent.

"What's going on?" she asked.

He Ye sat down opposite her and said seriously:
"Let's get a divorce."

"..." Yugiri paused, "Is this a new mission from the organization?"

"No, the organization hasn't contacted us for almost a year. This is my personal decision."

“I don’t understand,” the assassin said.

At this moment, He Ye looked at the black-haired girl sitting on the sofa. Although she was sitting in front of him, seemingly drowsy, cold sweat seeped from her forehead—he sensed danger.

With shoulder-length black hair and red eyes, she has the impeccable appearance of a young girl in her prime, but this is not Yugiri's true face.

She is the nation's sharpest blade, the blood she has stained enough to paint two versions of Leonardo da Vinci's "The Last Supper," like a mandala blooming among flowers.

"I will not betray the organization, you can rest assured about that." He Ye said patiently and solemnly, "I just want to find a normal life. There is no war now, and there will be no more war in the future. People like us no longer have a reason to exist."

“I…don’t understand,” the assassin muttered.

“The organization has cut off contact with us, and I think we’ve probably been abandoned… I mean, there’s no point in clinging to our old identities now; we are free.”

"free?"

"Yes, freedom."

He Ye nodded, speaking slowly with gentle eyes:
“You can do what you want to do, and I will do the same. We don’t have to work for anyone else anymore; we can try to live for ourselves.”

For example, pursuing a curvy older woman.

"..." This time, Yugiri remained silent for a long time.

He Ye waited quietly for her reply, feeling a little uneasy, because he wasn't sure if he could convince her with such a weak reason.

To be honest, as a time traveler, He Ye really didn't feel a sense of belonging to Country B. He came here ten years ago and fought on the battlefield, never experiencing a normal life.

Now they're barely scraping by, their organization is out of contact, funds are tight, and enemy forces are constantly being cleared out of their territory. If they don't run away now, when will they?!

He was going to find a new life.

"I understand." Yugiri nodded in the end.

He Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly took out the divorce application.

He had been preparing for this for a long time. After all, this idea had been lingering in his mind for more than just a day or two; it was a long and arduous path to freedom.

"Just sign your name here, then I'll pack my bags and move out. This house will be left to you, and I'll also leave you 20,000 yuan in cash."

As He Ye spoke, she took out a pressed red inkpad, a black pen, and a divorce application form from the Glenley Civil Affairs Bureau and handed it over.

“I will explain to Mark. Don’t worry. If anyone from the organization contacts us later, he will know how to handle it… If anyone else contacts us later.”

He Ye explained methodically, then looked at the application form and waited for her to hand it back.

The divorce process in Country A is not complicated; all you need to do is submit a form and sign it. As long as both parties agree on the division of property and custody, the parties don't even need to be present.

“Uh…” The assassin held a black pen. “I… I think I understand. I have no objection to the divorce, but why did you move out, Leon?”

"..." He Ye didn't know if she did it on purpose or unintentionally.

"Because we are free, because from now on I am no longer Leon, because I am going to pursue a new life, ideals, and milk and bread."

He Ye looked at Xi Wu with a resolute expression, then took the divorce application form that she had already signed.

The assassin seemed to realize what was happening belatedly, and looked at him with a hint of panic:
"What about me? Will I still be able to come see you in the future?"

"Of course, my friend."

He Ye smiled faintly and said that he had actually already decided to hide. Nonsense, he had already severed ties with this organization, so why would he want to come looking for him? He wouldn't allow it!
Now, the most difficult step toward the Freedom Plan has been accomplished: persuading his colleague Yugiri to let him leave. All that remains is to deal with what happens after he passes away.

However, when He Ye's gaze fell on the divorce application form, he paused slightly, watching as this false relationship that had imprisoned him for so many years finally came to an end, with the names of Leon Rossi and Sofia Dorios placed on either side of the scales—

I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, almost bringing tears to my eyes.

Woo woo woo.

Tomorrow... no, now! Pack your bags tonight. The sooner you leave, the sooner you can start a new life!

Say goodbye to the dark and dilapidated past!
"Haha, hahahaha!"

He Ye picked up the divorce petition and ran to the study to pack her luggage, imagining her future as she packed!
The bakery he used to buy bread from, the bakery lady there was really nice! She had a great figure and would even smile at him when she paid! She was absolutely gorgeous, like a sunflower!
Where will He Ye's new life, which she has already decided will begin to shine brightly?
"Haha, hahahaha!"

Watching He Ye fussing around at home, the assassin sat on the sofa and, seeing him with such a happy expression for the first time in a long time, smiled without realizing it.

It's so good that Mr. He Ye can smile.

After all, he knew nothing about killing.

(End of this chapter)