Chapter 50: The Assassin’s Mission

Angelic stood in front of the mirror, the reflection staring back at her was one she barely recognized. Gone was the woman who had once been driven by fear and uncertainty. Now, she was a force to be reckoned with—a trained assassin, the product of months of grueling training on Death Island, and the inheritor of the Conde family legacy. But beneath the stoic exterior, there was still the beating heart of a mother, and it was that part of her that she needed to reconcile as she prepared for her next mission.

In the adjacent room, her two young children, Monic and George, were playing. Their laughter filled the air, bringing a brief smile to Angelic’s face. The world she was about to re-enter was one of darkness and danger, but for a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the light that her children brought into her life.

“Mommy!” George called out, running into the room with Monic close behind. “Are you leaving again?”

“Yes, my love,” Angelic replied, crouching down to their level. “Mommy has to go on another business trip. But I promise, I’ll be back soon. This won’t take long.”

Monic’s eyes, so much like her mother’s, filled with concern. “But you just got back, Mommy. Can’t you stay a little longer?”

Angelic’s heart ached at the sight of their worried faces. She had to be strong for them, even though every fiber of her being wanted to stay. “I know it’s hard, my darlings,” she said, gently caressing their faces. “But I’m doing this for you. Everything I do is to make sure you have a safe and happy future. You’re my everything.”

“Okay, Mommy,” George said, his little face serious as he tried to be brave. “Just come back soon, okay? We’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, more than you know,” Angelic replied, pulling them into a tight embrace. “But I need you both to be strong for me while I’m gone. Can you do that?”

The twins nodded, their small arms wrapped around their mother, clinging to her as if they could keep her from leaving. Angelic held them close, committing the warmth of their hugs to memory. It was moments like these that gave her the strength to do what she had to do.

After a few more minutes of comforting words and promises to return, Angelic stood and prepared to leave. As she turned to go, Monic called out to her.
“Mommy, be careful, okay?”

Angelic looked back at them, her heart swelling with love. “I will, Monic. I promise.”

Leaving her children was always the hardest part, but Angelic knew she had to focus on the task ahead. She made her way to her father’s study, where Arnold Conde awaited her. The room was filled with the smell of old books and polished wood, a place that held many memories for Angelic. But today, it was the site of a new chapter in her life.

“Father,” Angelic greeted as she entered the study.

“Angelic,” Arnold replied, his gaze softening as he saw her. “You’ve done well. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Father,” Angelic said, her voice steady. “But I’m here to say goodbye again. I’m heading to the United States for my next mission.”

Arnold nodded, standing up from behind his desk. “I expected as much. Before you go, there’s something I want to give you.”

He reached into a drawer and pulled out a sleek black case. Opening it, he revealed a set of specialized gear, unlike anything Angelic had ever seen. The materials gleamed under the study’s warm light, exuding an air of mystery and power.

“This,” Arnold began, lifting the first item, “is a new bracelet and anklet set. You can adjust the weight and gravity up to 1,000 kilos. It will not only strengthen your body but also serve as a constant reminder of the power you carry within you. But that’s not all. These rings,” he continued, showing her two silver bands, “are designed to balance your movements when you’re adjusting the weights. One ring also has a special ability—it can detect and purify any kind of poison.”

Angelic took the items with reverence, slipping the rings onto her fingers and fastening the bracelets and anklets onto her wrists and ankles. Immediately, she felt the difference in weight, a familiar sensation from her training, but now enhanced by the advanced technology her family had developed.

“There’s more,” Arnold said, reaching into the case once more. He pulled out a suit that seemed almost invisible. “This suit is our family’s latest invention. It’s a perfect protective gear—lightweight, undetectable, and resistant to bullets. It’s equipped with an anti-bullet sensory system that can nullify any projectile before it even reaches your body. No other family has this technology, Angelic. You’ll be the first to use it.”

Angelic’s eyes widened as she took the suit from her father, feeling the power it held within its fabric. “Father, this is… incredible. I don’t know what to say.”

“Just promise me you’ll use it well,” Arnold said, his voice filled with both pride and a hint of worry. “You’ve inherited the strength of our ancestors, Angelic. You’ve proven yourself time and time again. Now, it’s time to show the world what you’re capable of.”

“I will, Father,” Angelic vowed. “I won’t let you down.”
Arnold smiled, a rare show of emotion. “I know you won’t. Now, one last thing before you go—your weapons.”

He handed her a dagger, its blade crafted from a crystal element that was both sharp and unbreakable. “This is the sharpest blade in the world. It can cut through steel in seconds. Use it wisely.”
Angelic accepted the dagger, feeling its weight in her hand. It was a deadly tool, but in her hands, it would become an instrument of justice. She secured it in her belt, knowing it would be her lifeline in the mission ahead.
“Thank you, Father,” she said, her voice firm. “I’ll make sure this mission is a success.”

Arnold nodded, stepping back to allow her space. “Go now, Angelic. The world is waiting.”

Angelic arrived at the airport, her mind sharp and focused. The plane ride to the United States was a blur of planning and preparation. She reviewed the details of her target: one of the wealthiest men in the country, known for his illegal activities—drug trafficking, arms dealing, and the ruthless destruction of any family business that dared to oppose him. He was a man who had caused untold suffering, and it was Angelic’s job to end his reign of terror.

As the plane touched down on American soil, Angelic steeled herself for what was to come. The cityscape of New York unfolded before her, a glittering metropolis that hid its fair share of darkness. She moved through the airport with ease, her presence unassuming yet commanding respect. She was a predator among prey, and soon, her target would feel the full force of her wrath.

With her new gear securely in place, Angelic left the airport and disappeared into the city’s shadows, her mission clear in her mind. The man she was hunting was a monster, and she was the only one who could stop him. The streets were her hunting ground, and she moved through them like a ghost, unseen and unstoppable.

The night was young, and the city was alive with noise and light. But for Angelic, it was the perfect cover for her deadly purpose. She had two weeks to complete her mission, but she didn’t need that long. She was ready to strike, and when she did, the world would know that the Conde family had produced yet another formidable assassin.

And so, with the determination of a warrior and the precision of a killer, Angelic set out to fulfill her destiny.