B.L.O.O.D (BlackRose)

Dua

Ricard nodded, Angel stood up, one hundred and sixty-five centimeters tall. His skin is honey-colored, and his hair is reddish-brown, he wears black tight jeans combined with a dark red leather jacket, his hair is ponytailed with a hairpin on the bangs, he is wearing a black leather jacket, at first glance she looks like an ordinary girl who is very beautiful and sexy. No one thought she was the most dangerous girl.

“ wait, are you going to meet him in such clothes?.” Ricard

Angel stopped walking and looked back

“ of course not I will change clothes first, I know the taste of the mafia.” He smiled cynically

Ricard nodded his head, and looked back at the computer screen that was in front of him.

Angel changed clothes, she wore a short-sleeved black mini dress, with a slight golden pattern. Added silver pendant necklace accessories, her wavy hair left unraveled adding to the elegant impression of every eye that sees.

Angel retreated slightly when she was close to the meeting room door. He's a little nervous, he doesn't like to meet mafia or colleagues and not because of the general hatred of others about those who are hungry for power, but it's about a woman's self-esteem, she said, they never know how to treat a woman.

“ agent 107, log in.”

Angel looks up as soon as she hears her membership code called, Angel finds herself close to the most disgusting man she has ever met. No other word can describe Arnold as chairman of BlackRiver. A hundred and seventy-five centimetres tall, Arnold is a hero in the film with stout muscles and an athletic body and unlimited strength.

Arnold's black hair touched his shoulders but there was no soft impression there, his sharp eyes showed quick and cunning thinking power, and her pure white skin makes her look quite attractive in the eyes of women. Angel believes he is dealing with a predator.

Then Arnold turned his head and Angel saw the right side of his face, a rough scratch marks a very sharp knife. A scar that caught Angel's attention. He had never been this close to the mafia chairman, because all this time he was just running errands without knowing who the client was asking for help.

“Mr. Blood.” Arnold's voice was low and a little rough but quite alluring to the other person

“ he's agent 107, one of the 7 best killing agents in this organization, He's the one who will undergo this mission.”

“It's nice to meet you, if you can..”. Arnold shook hands with Angel, his eyes staring for a moment longer than they should.

“ please.” Arnold invited Angel to sit by the glass table and stand to help Angel sit down. Then he chose a chair that was exactly opposite Angel.

Angel forced himself to return Arnold's gaze, he did not want to be fooled by politeness to relax his vigilance. He doesn't want to look weak.

“ we have learned your offer.” Mr.blood started.

“ what do you think?.” Arnold's blue eyes were very clear, as calm as a deep ocean. But there is no good impression or pity in him, nothing contrary to Angel's first impression of him as a predator who is ready to prey on anything.

“ you should know that this mission is very dangerous, it is a little different from the missions I used to do. Conflict priority.” Angel's voice sounded very serious yet relaxed.

Arnold's reply smile seemed very depraved. Angel could not take her eyes off.

“ in this case , I think we have the same priority. You need help in financial matters, whereas I need you in terms of power.”

Angel bergenit. He had no idea that his organization was in financial trouble, no he could not let this happen. If DarkRiver wanted power, why would they have to ask for help in killing others?.

“ if we cooperate with you, we also want the same power with equal pay.” Said Mr. Blood while drinking the wine available in front of him

Arnold observes the perfection of Angel sitting across from him and wishes he knew what in Angel deeply troubling, predatory inside him, ready to crunch and sniff out Angel's black dress. “ of course.” He said he was surprised to see the tattoo of a rose in Angel's arms.

He rarely met a young woman who worked as an assassin, most of them trained women who were over twenty-five years old. Angel was young but there was no innocent impression in her, she was just like any other trained assassin. Just as heartless and cold.

For months Arnold's been spying on Blood's organization, MR. Blood is their leader, taking advantage of mr.'s weakness. Blood, he's trying to get in. His job is to find the identity of the killer who has claimed the life of one of the DarkRiver members.

There is no mercy, no forgiveness.