The client's name is Zhou Jin, a 28-year-old male who was a frontline journalist struggling on the job.
He was killed by a stray bullet when he was assigned to collect information about country A's war.
His wish was to collect all the information and send it back to China for reporting.
It was a classic case of work over life.
Ah Jin took a look at the original owner's body and felt that it was healthy and a bit underpowered.
What could you possibly do with your life if you couldn't keep up with your body?
Now, he still had a month to go before the assignment.
He had to enroll in martial arts classes and learn some self-defense.
Ah Jin didn't know if it would help.
While the physical strength was not given but combined with Ah Jin's own abilities, it was more than enough to complete the task.
With all things considered, the time to leave had come.
Alongside Ah Jin, an intern camera boy was nicknamed "Pinming Sanlang," as its name described, he was extremely hard-working and capable.
The editor in chief patted him on the shoulder before leaving, "Young man, do a good job. You will get a raise when you return."
What salary increase when your life was at stake.
However, although Ah Jin was thinking this, on the surface, she still nodded lightly.
The editor in chief just assumed he was unhappy.
After all, that war-torn place no one would like to go, he could only be wronged because he had the least qualifications.
The plane finally landed after eight hours of travel.
Ah Jin came to this small country filled with smoke and war, Country A.
The air was filled with tension as Ah Jin's feet stepped on the land.
The airport was surrounded by patrolling guards.
It was a city where people were dying all the time, where houses were collapsing, and where there was massive damage to the city buildings.
There were bullet holes on the walls, destroyed homes and rivers, displaced people, and the streets were filled with conflict and strife.
It was a time when the bad guys were rampant, and the good guys were suffering.
Feeling the pleasure and excitement coming from the depths of her soul, Ah Jin stretched and took a deep breath of air.
The scent of death coming from the air infusing her with a whole new strength.
She praised San Qi fiercely, a good choice of mission! Kudos to you!
Ah Jin was escorted by the guards into the territory.
The city was a bit more serious than the airport's, with debris everywhere and even traces of blood left on the walls.
Ah Jin glanced at Sanlang.
He was still calm and collected.
As far as Ah Jin knew, he must be panicking now.
"Why are you still frozen? If you do not hurry up and take pictures and videos, later we can not collect more things."
Only then did Sanlang realized that he hastily took out his camera from his bag and clicked several pictures.
As Ah Jin said, however, before he finished taking pictures, a guard came up to stop him and told him that he could not take photos and videos without their permission.
They were even required to go out under the guards' protection to collect information and not to act alone.
Sanlang was disappointed that he could not go alone, which meant that the information collected might not be true and that it was just an official cover-up.
Ah Jin smiled and agreed.
She spoke to Sanlang again, "It's okay, we will find the time to sneak out. It is impossible for them to follow us twenty-four hours a day."
The two spoke Chinese, so the guards around them couldn't understand.
They wouldn't have to worry about being discovered.
Sanlang was naturally incredibly supportive, saying that this time he must get a good amount of dry goods that he could account for when he returned.
The guards took the two of them to a safer place to stay.
The five or six left behind for their protection, while others went off on other missions.