My Hitman System

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jin," The inspector stood up from his seat and greeted Jin as he forwarded his hands towards him.

Seeing this, Jin too forwarded his hand to exchange the greeting.

The inspector was a well-groomed man who looked to be in his mid-thirties.

"I know it's quite inconvenient for you to come to the station but since it's a protocol it can't be helped. I'll make sure to do this quickly so till that time I ask for your cooperation," the inspector said politely as he took a seat while indicating Jin to take his aswell.

"Absolutely," Jin nodded at his words.

The inspector soon took out his pen and started asking Jin some questions.

"So, are you trained in martial arts?" That was his first question. Since it was known to them that Jin had beaten the three men up.

"Nope," Jin denied.

At Jin's answer, the inspector furrowed his eyebrows thinking that Jin was trying to make things difficult for him.

"So you're saying that you beat all these men without any knowledge of fighting?"

"I never said that, I was just not trained by anyone," Jin replied.

"Can you explain more on that topic?" The inspector asked.

"Well, Sir, since I was 10 years old I've spent my life in the slums. It was quite common to be targeted there by other kids if you were weak. So through getting beaten by them so many times, I learnt to defend and retaliate against them,"

"So that's how it is," the inspector felt a bit of sympathy towards Jin as he could only guess how difficult a life he had led as a child.

He soon proceeded to the next question.

"Have you used any firearm before?"

"Nope, I've just seen them being used in the movies," Jin answered.

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Just like that the questioning continued on for a while.

The inspector was a bit stunned at first that Jin had used a large sum of his savings to book a flight ticket. Especially when he was unemployed.

Jin soon convinced him that he did so because he had bet everything into coming to the capital and making a name for himself in the film industry. Even if he fails at least he could still smile at the fact that he was able to fly on a plane.

"That's all Mr. Jin. Thank you for your cooperation and also..." The inspector paused and hesitated for a second before continuing, "There's a city police recruitment rally coming up at the end of this month. If you think that the film industry is not for you I hope you give it a try,"

"I'll keep that in mind, thank you," Jin nodded at him thankfully.

"No need for that. If someone like you joins our ranks it will only benefit our forces more," The inspector patted Jin's shoulder with a smile.

Jin was soon handed his trolley bag.

"There's a reporter waiting outside, do you want us to deal with him?" The inspector asked.

"No, It's a good opportunity for me to be on television," Jin smiled.

The inspector understood his intention and said, "Then I'll be wishing you good luck,"

Jin nodded back at him and soon left the police station.

...

Tim had been having a hard time at his news broadcasting company because of his low performance during the past two months.

It was not that he was not good at being a reporter otherwise he would have long been kicked out of his job. The problem lies elsewhere.

He was unable to get fresh news! It was always too late by the time he had entered the scene and as a result, his reports didn't gain much audience.

It was to the point that his news coverage was shown for not more than ten seconds these days.

"Sigh...my rotten luck," Tim said depressingly.

His phone started vibrating all of a sudden.

'Which bastard it is now?' He pulled out his phone from his pocket and looked at the caller in frustration.

'Henry? What's he calling me for?' His cousin Henry had called him all of a sudden.

Tim picked up the call and kept the phone near his ears, "Yes?"

A string of words soon entered Tim's ears as his eyes slowly widened in surprise before excitement soon took over them.

He thanked Henry profusely before putting down the phone.

"Mathew! Let's go! We got a lead!" Tim rushed towards his van and called the cameraman who was dozing off in the driver's seat.

"Huh?" Mathew looked at Tim with confusion.

'What got this bastard so excited all of a sudden?' he thought.

Before he could ask Tim slammed the door shut and sat on the co-driver's seat.

"What are you staring at? Start the engine," Tim shouted hysterically.

"Ah...y-yes," The van soon started.

"Where's the location?" Mathew asked.

"Police station, 33rd Street" Tim replied immediately.

The van soon rushed towards the destination. While at it Mathew asked Tim about the lead. His eyes too widened at the news and he pressed the pedal even further.

"Let's go, baby! Finally, our time has come!" Mathew shouted like a wild boar as he started overtaking all the cars ahead like there was no tomorrow.

While the two were making their way towards the police station the passengers of the flight were being interviewed by several reporters.

One of them approached Anna and asked her about her experience,

"Ma'am, can you share how that horrific incident unfolded and was sorted out in the end?" The reporters asked.

Anna had been waiting for this moment all this while, with a charming smile on her face she removed her cap and the sunglasses which were hiding her limpid eyes and looked straight into the camera in a well-practiced manner.

"It was all thanks to that man, Jin Blaker, if not for him only god knows what might have happened to all of us passengers. Those terrorists wanted to kill us all thankfully..."

The reporter and cameraman's eyes widened when looked at the person.

'Anna Hayes,' They thought.

The reporter knew that he had hit a jackpot. He listened carefully to all of Anna's words and asked all the questions that were expected of him.

Seeing that things were going according to her plan, Anna grinned inwardly.