The Reincarnated Hitman

Chapter 1: Prologue: Zero

Yawn~

"Why the hell do humans have to sleep?" A relatively skinny man, in a suit, muttered as he let out a yawn.

"Better find a way or another to keep awake," another man said before his expression went dark as he looked into the darkness ahead, "after all, the devil will appear tonight."

Their job tonight was to guard a single, influential man, and from the rumors floating around in the black market, the devil himself was hunting said man.

The man who had spoken first looked at him with a skeptical gaze before asking, "One man can’t truly be that strong, can he?"

"After all," the skinnier man continued, "he’s still human."

"A single bullet to the head," he placed the pistol in his hand to the side of his head, "and he’s a dead—"

His words were cut off halfway, causing the other man to look towards him again and his eyes immediately widened in horror as he noticed a bullet hole through the side of the skinny man’s head.

The skinny man didn’t get to let out a sound before he fell to the ground,

Dead.

With his gun still in hand.

"He’s he—" the second man also didn’t get to finish his words as a bullet hole suddenly appeared on his forehead.

At this point, most of the other guards had already noticed the two bodies dropping and they immediately responded.

"ZERO’S HERE!" someone screamed, alerting all others, "KEEP THE CLIENT SAFE." freewebnoveℓ.com

Said client might be the scummiest man Earth had ever seen, but he was a scum that paid good money, so they’d ensure he stayed safe.

Even from the hands of the devil named Zero.

***

The mercenaries were completely on edge as their eyes remained wide, afraid that even blinking would be the end of them.

Most here knew Zero and what he was capable of, and if they had a choice, they’d have run away already.

But the pay was too great to ignore.

Besides, it was already too late to run, after all, he was already here.

The mercenaries stood in a hallway, their guns pointed at the only entrance, waiting for Zero to appear.

They were certain that the others outside were already dead, but if he wanted to get to their client, he had to pass through here.

Their hearts were pounding against their chest as they continued waiting, sweat trailing down their faces from nervousness.

But before anything came through the door, the light above them suddenly shut off and they immediately started pulling the trigger towards the door.

"He’s here!" One of them screamed as he shot towards a certain direction.

For a second, the muzzle flashes were all that illuminated the hallway, and a man in a black suit could be spotted for the briefest of moments.

A minute passed, and the gunshots suddenly died down, before the light was turned back on, revealing a hallway now riddled with the bodies of the mercenaries.

On the floor, one could spot shoe prints of blood, heading deeper into the Mansion.

***

In the safe room that existed within this mansion, multiple other mercenaries stood in waiting, their guns pointed at the metal door.

Behind them was the client they were being paid to protect, a bald, overweight man in a white suit currently wiping the sweat off his face as he also looked towards the door.

The safe room was basically a large metal box deep underground and the only access to it was the door before them, connected to an elevator.

The elevator’s indicator showed that it was currently descending.

The fat man was trembling for a while before he realized something, as dangerous as Zero was, he was still human in the end.

There was no way in hell he’d be able to dodge bullets from ten guns simultaneously aimed at him.

With that realization, a grin appeared on his face as he muttered, "That’s it Zero, come face your death at the hands of me, Gerald Hurst."

He could already feel it, the thrills that’ll go down his spine as the world’s greatest hitman groveled at his feet and begged for his life.

With that delusion, he seemed to completely calm down and started waiting in anticipation as the numbers on the indicator went lower and lower.

After what felt like an eternity,

Ding!

The elevator door suddenly opened and the mercenaries fired, riddling the person standing there with bullet holes until their clips were completely emptied.

"Tch," the fat man, Gerald Hurst, clicked his tongue in annoyance, wanting to watch the hitman grovel before dying. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Still, this much was good, after all, they finally killed the infamous Zero.

Well, that’s what he thought until a voice came from behind him,

"Did you get him?"

Gerald’s eyes went wide and as if his neck was stiff, he slowly turned his head towards the sound of the voice, his brown eyes locking with a pair of grey ones.

"Boo."

A moment after those words, and just before the mercenaries could turn around, the lights in the room suddenly went out.

What followed was the sounds of shooting and screaming by the mercenaries as they prayed for even a single bullet to hit the bastard.

Gerald hit the floor immediately, hands over his head as he also prayed for the same.

All that lasted approximately forty seconds before silence finally returned, causing him to slowly lift his head and ask, "I-is he dead?"

His answer came in the form of a single light above him that only illuminated him and not the darkness around.

"Gerald Hurst," a voice came from within the darkness, one that made Gerald’s face go pale, "I see you’ve been quite busy."

"Trafficking, murders, extortion, money laundering, rape," the sound of shoes clicking in the darkness could be heard as the person, Zero, walked closer, "and, this one’s my personal favorite, two outstanding contracts on children."

Gerald’s mouth had gone completely dry as his crimes were listed, "I... those children were... it was business, you have to understand, their father owed me—"

"You misunderstand," Zero said in a light tone as he finally stepped into the light, revealing that he had some sort of document in hand where he was reading the crimes off of, "I’m not here to judge your life choices."

The white-haired hitman had an easy-going smile on his face as he tossed the documents away and continued

"I don’t particularly care about your crimes. I’m not here because of what you’ve done. I’m here because someone paid me to be here, and I accepted the job," he took a brief pause, "that’s all this is."

As clear as his words are, the fat man finally discovered a glimmer of hope within them.

Money.

"H-how much are they paying you?" Gerald clung to the only strand of hope he could find.

Or at least, he thought he had found.

"Hmm?" Zero asked, seemingly a bit confused.

"How much are they paying you?"

"Five million," Gerald continued, "ten? You think I don’t have it? I have it liquid, right now, accessible within sixty minutes. You walk out of here tonight and you never have to take another job again. You could retire."

"How tempting," Zero muttered, placing a hand on his chin, before shaking his head, "but nah, I’ll pass."

"Then twenty million. Fifty. Gerald Hurst does not die in a basement, do you understand me? I am worth more alive than whatever they’re paying you, I have connections, I have resources, I can make you untouchable, I can—"

"Gerald."

That single word caused him to immediately shut up.

"I’m going to explain something to you only once," Zero said as he crouched to eye level with the man, "I accepted a contract, that contract has a client, that client paid in good faith and I gave my word."

He took a short pause as he looked at the man before him, before adding,

"I don’t break my word."

"But, the money—"

"Keep it," he said with a smile, patting his chubby cheeks, "buy something nice."

Gerald finally came to the realization all of Zero’s previous targets did right before they died,

There was no negotiating with the devil.

Gerald felt a cold metal pressed on his forehead as tears streamed down his face.

The last thing he heard before the gun went off was,

"Goodnight."