Ok I guess this will be the last chapter I update, before going on a short hiatus. If I feel like it I might update but I guess with my semester exams coming up, I won't be back for a while. But I will definitely try and come back if possible. Anyways have a good day ahead. 😊

Now enjoy!

47 looked up after standing like an obedient student and smirked. Did they really think he was gullible? Guess yeah, because of which the entire crew was here surrounding him while the police raided the place. Hypocritical much? He could always smell something fishy one thousand miles away, of course he sensed everything from the start seemed way too easy for a pro like him.

The whole place was in helter skelter mode. Everyone was trying to leave the cruise before getting caught. But the police team was waiting outside and anyone on board was under arrest. Bjarkov tried to get on his life boats to ski away from the police, but they seemed to have surrounded the yacht from all sides. 

47 found his father in the small storage chamber, with the help of his navigator, tied to a chair. He quickly went over to his side and freed his father. Jerodov's face swiveled up in shock almost banging 47's head in the process. 

"The hell are you doing here?" Jerodov shrieked after the gag was taken off his mouth. 

"I am not in the mood to fight, Arkadij." He replied bluntly. 

"Didn't I say it was dangerous?" Jerodov yelled trying to get his point across. 

"From when have things become dangerous for me, dear father?" 47 replied sarcastically. 

Jerodov stood there gaping like a fish. Was that a different emotion he showed? The one other than a blank look? Cocky now, are we? He thought with a smirk masking his shocked look. 47 just walked out followed by his genetic father. 

The cops thanked 47 for telling them about the drug smuggling and left with a struggling Bjarkov. Jerodov stared at his son. 

"What's her name?" He asked with a knowing smirk on his face. 

47 stared with a blank look. 

"None of your business!" He spat whilst Jerodov smirked at him. 

"Is she a good f*ck?" He tested. 

47 cringed visibly. He never believed women should be described as a good 'crude word'. And this was his woman they were talking about. 

"She is mine." He growled out and left his father on his own. 

"My son's growing up." He thought aloud with a dreamy sigh. Realizing 47 had gone without him, he squealed "Wait for me!" and ran after his retreating back.

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Christy was annoyed. She didn't know how long she could keep this up. But she had to. She could not allow him a hint of doubt. Not right now when he was lying with his face in between the mounds of her chest. This was definitely not going to be easy. But she had to do this. 

Her phone vibrated signaling the arrival of a new message in her inbox. She slowly moved her hand without moving her body and caught hold of her phone trying to be as stealthy as possible. 

 Your mission is half done. I am not impressed with this, agent 420. Finish it off before I do it myself. 

There it was. She knew that the mission failed horribly. Was she really that dumb? He was experienced. Well much more than herself. How could she kill him off without a hint of worry. The plan had back fired half way. There was still a chance. She could do this. 

She could definitely finish off the most wanted.....

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Don Milano stood by the window. Agent 420 was supposed to be a super female but he was wrong. 

Super wrong. 

Chrome definitely had gone wrong in the experiment. This girl was a failure. A piece of shit to be exact. Everyone working for him now was as filthy as mud. If it weren't for the utter loser Bjarkov, he would have Jacob's best clone. 

47. 

Oh how his blood boiled at the mere thought of that hit man. The guy who was responsible for his wife's death. His beloved's death. 

It was him who had gone like a gossiping queen and revealed of his infidelity to his wife. The infidelity which was supposed to protect his wife from any harm so ironically had given her a cardiac arrest. He could still feel the day like the day before. The wounds were still fresh. One thing was certain though.

These wounds would never heal. 

He would avenge her death. He would definitely. 

47 would bleed the way his heart was bleeding.

So who is the most wanted target now? 

47 or Wolverine? 🙄

Write your answers in the comments section below.