Chapter 476 Rain

When the man saw the bottle of pills, something clicked in his mind. But his body was too weak. He couldn’t even bite his tongue to end it all.

Tilda forced the pill into his mouth. The drug rushed through his veins, breaking down and spreading across his body.

Slowly, his mind grew fuzzy. His thoughts scattered. His pupils rolled back, turning white.

“If you choose this line of work,” Tilda said coldly, “then you’d better be ready for revenge from enemies. And besides, as long as there’s money, your group never cared who lived or died. Do you even know how many innocent lives have been stolen because of you?”

Her words cut like ice. “The Skin Organization, money hungry to the core, deserves to vanish from the dark web. As for you, no matter who takes you down, you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”

Tilda’s voice was cold, like wind drifting through a midnight forest. She gave him the death sentence.

The man, barely conscious, could do nothing. Before the drug fully consumed him, Tilda pressed for answers. She made him reveal how he contacted the Skin Organization and every detail of the process.

Then she searched his bag and found an old, battered phone. With a few lines of her hacking code, she planted a virus into Skin’s network.

Once she finished, she called Andy. “It’s done. Handle the cleanup. I’m leaving now.”

“Got it,” Andy replied.

The next day, Tilda prepared her gift. She logged into the dark web. On a certain profile page, she left a message: “Give me an address, Rain. I want to talk.”

It didn’t take long for her to receive a reply. “Should I come to you, or do you want to come to me?”

“I’ll come to you. Some things need to be said at your base.”

“Alright. I’ll give you the address. Oh, and I’ll bring Andy along.”

Andy was known in the dark web as a trusted go-between. Andy openly used his own name, as if the most dangerous place could also be the safest, unlike Dominic, who kept his cover tight. No one else pulled a stunt like Andy did. After all, with one slip, your whole family could end up dead.

Rain asked, “Okay. I’ll send the address. It’s been a while since I last talked to you and Andy. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Rain wrote, “Good. The rest we’ll discuss in person.”

Tilda replied, “Deal.”

The line went quiet. The meeting was set.

Tilda kept thinking about how she’d met Rain and Andy. Back on the Dark Web, her only close contacts were Andy, Rain, and DJ. Rain was the first to see Tilda’s true face. He was the youngest of the three, younger than Tilda.

They first teamed up to infiltrate a cult and rescue women and children who’d been brainwashed. Rain led the R Organization. He came from an old Lucien’s killer family.

From childhood he’d been fed a brutal creed: kill or be killed. He’d survived countless near-death situations, even being forced to kill his closest friends and brothers to prove himself. The law of the jungle was their rule. Only the last survivor mattered.

He survived those challenges and became the leader of the R Organization. Few people knew Rain’s real age. He was only eighteen, a barely legal age. If he’d been born into a normal family, he’d have just started college and been living an ordinary, exciting life. Instead, he’d become a machine for killing, without feeling.

When Tilda first met Rain, he was only thirteen. Already he had skills and presence that made seasoned killers take notice. He was far beyond his years.

Rain asked for very little when he helped Tilda. He wanted her help to bring back his feelings. He’d killed his brothers and his closest friend. He’d learned to use whatever it took to survive.

“Only yourself. Only your skill. That’s the rule.”

That had been the clan’s creed for Rain since he was a child. For a long time the family had almost brainwashed him. They’d trained him to be ruthless. They’d taught him to trust no one.

But even inside that foul, dark household, one person showed him warmth–his mother. On the surface she obeyed the clan. Behind closed doors she gave Rain kindness. That small mercy kept the last piece of his humanity from being destroyed. She told Rain that he didn’t have to live the way they wanted.

Then his mother was drawn into the family’s internal power fight and was killed.

Rain went cold with fury. On her deathbed she begged him to choose a different life. If he wanted to survive and be anything else, he would have to destroy the family that made him.

So Rain pretended to obey. He carried out the missions. He sharpened his teeth. But secretly he built a network on the Dark Web. He recruited people, gathered talent, and founded R Organization. In time this organization grew into the third–largest assassin force - more powerful than his family could ever be.

And when the time came, Rain wiped out his family.