I am the mercenary queen of Southeast Asia, codenamed "Night Owl", and I can come and go freely in the rain of bullets.
Only the richest Chinese man looked at me with something wrong - as if I owed him 80 billion.
He spent money to buy the apartment next door to mine and rang the doorbell every day while bringing chicken soup: "Miss, you look like my late wife."
I sneered and pulled the trigger to load the gun: "Again? The next shot will be aimed at your safe."
Until one day when he was injured in a fight and had a high fever, he dreamed that he was kneeling in a pool of blood holding a broken wedding dress and screaming.
When I woke up, he was tremblingly changing my dressing, and there was an old bullet mark on my collarbone——
It was exactly the same spot where he was shot in my dream.
Later, the global black market offered a reward:
"Night Owl spends a lot of money to buy a memory recovery technique, and he comes with a one-month trial period for the richest man's husband."
Four big bosses applied quickly: the arms dealer handed over the nerve repair agent, the medical genius showed off hypnosis, and the king of agents handed over the mission video...
The richest man slapped his marriage certificate on the table: "Wife, if you remarry, I will send it to the military lines throughout Southeast Asia."
I rubbed my temples and pushed the gun over: "Explain clearly first—"
"Why does my late husband's fingerprint unlock my arsenal of weapons?"
