In a luxurious penthouse room in a particular city, a man in a gray suit sat sipping a glass of red wine. His gaze was fixed on a flat-screen TV, engrossed in the live stream that he had eagerly awaited.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he witnessed the red-haired girl mercilessly killing his people with precision and speed. Her control over her shooting and the way she moved reminded him of someone he knew all too well.
"What an interesting little girl," the man in the gray suit spoke in a deep, casual voice, the sound resonating through the room. "She possesses the same abilities as her mother..." he mused, shaking his head with a tinge of melancholy.
Taking another sip of his wine, he declared, "Do not harm or kill her! I require her to entice her mother out of hiding."
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