Chapter 5

 

Steve lay on his cell bed with his palms at the back of his head and his gaze fixed on the moon, which was visible through his window. It's almost time for his longtime friend to arrive. He can't believe he is doing this again after five months. He knows he had promised himself not to live his other life for a year until the issues he had were sorted out, but he has no choice right now. He really has no choice but to ask for help, or he might rot in jail for a long time. 

His cell was opened, and a cloth was thrown at his feet by the cell warden, who said, "You are free to go." He left without saying another word. 

Steve sighed loudly and stood up. Of course, his help was here, and he knew she must have come in grand style. Camille will never cease to amaze him. He got up and changed into the clothes the warden had brought. When he was ready, he lifted a corner of his lips and came out of the cell. 

... 

A lady in her late twenties was the center of attention in the police station. All eyes were on her, and everyone was talking about her, even though it was audible. 

Some of the people present were shocked to see her, and so we're anxious to meet her for her autograph, while some still wonder if she's the one. Why would Camille Park be in the police station, a local police station, waiting for a poor boy who they had brought in from the university three days ago? 

Camille Park isn't an ordinary citizen with low status. She is the famous assistant head of the Fireball Secret Force (FSF). The secret force has the best agents in the world. The agent for whom the famous wild dog works, Wild Dog, is the top and most famous agent that every lady in the country is willing to die for. He is the best agent one could think of. 

The head of the Fireball Special Forces remained anonymous, and so many people revere Camille as the head. 

Camille paid no attention to the people talking about her or those still doubting if truly she was the one. She was there for one thing, and that was to take Steve out. He had called her earlier to get him out of the cell, which shook her to the bone. 

What the hell was he doing in a cell? She warned him and even tried to stop him, but he will always remain stubborn. 

She sighed and looked up, meeting Steve's gaze. He was walking towards her, his gaze fixed on her, a smile plastered on his face. 

Camille's eyes went from his face to his clothes, and she drew her lips into a thin line, preventing herself from laughing out loud because she knew what that would cause her. 

Was that Steve? 

"Don't you dare laugh, Camille," he whispered when he got closer to her. 

Camille waved her hand and went to the inspector, who was standing by the door. 

"I have gotten my criminal." "Like I told you, let the FSF deal with him," she said, winking at the inspector before putting on her sunglasses and leaving the police station. 

Steve went after her, following her to the parking lot. He sent her into the front seat while she sat in the driver's seat. 

Immediately after Steve closed the car door, Camille burst out laughing hard, which got Steve rolling his eyes. Even after five months, Camille hasn't changed. She will never change. 

"That is enough, Camille," he said, putting on the seat belt. 

"You... did you see yourself?" she asked, laughing. 

"Shut up, Camille, and let's hope." Steve said, annoyed. 

"But seriously, how could you come up with those looks and this Steve identity?" "You are one hell of a crazy guy, you know," she said. "I mean, did you see how ugly you are?" Look at your clothes; they look so worn out, dirty, and irritating. Now I know why you were used for a bet. "You look so pathetic." 

Steve glared at her. "Camille!!" 

"Oh, my bad. Wild dog," she said and drove away. 

Steve, the poor, wretched boy in school known as the "school rat," isn't as bad as he thinks he is. Steve is just an identity he decided to use. No one knows who he truly is except Camille. He is the handsome, hot, sexy, every lady's dream, and the best agent, the wild dog. Wild dog is the name he is known as in FSF. He has a real name but loves being called "wild dog" when he is away from home. A guy with a weird life

He isn't ugly and was only covered with make-up to make him look ugly. He had his reason for it. He took a leave from the agency, but that was because he has a personal, important assignment at Presley University. 

The real Steven Urban Steve is a student at Presley University. a poor, ugly, and wretched student of the university, who went missing for two months after he gained admission into the school. His disappearance was mysterious, and it was the same way his younger sister had gone missing when she got an admission into the school, three months after she gained an admission into the school. 

She hasn't been found, and he had promised his family to bring her back home. The same person who kidnapped Steve's sister is the same person who kidnapped Steve. 

Taking Steve's identity will be easier. Steve wasn't known in the school because he was the top school rat in the university, but wild dog made it so that the students would know him and it would be easier to get the culprit. It's been five months now, and he hasn't gotten the culprit, nor was he able to trace the location of the victims kidnapped by whoever it was in the school. 

This mission isn't like his other missions, as this one seems tougher. The kind of mission he loves is a very tough one. In the process of his mission, he fell in love with Mia, who ended up breaking his heart. But that wouldn't distract him from his mission, and he will do everything he can to get back his sister. 

"So, I heard about your tragic love story. That is a really heartbreaking story; it brought tears to my eyes. I can't believe something like that could ever happen to a wild dog. "Such a pity," she said, shaking her head. The wild dog glared at her. "What?" "Can't I sympathize with your heartbreak?" 

"Just drive and shut up." "I need to think," he said flatly, focusing his gaze on the road. 

He still has to treat the wounds in his body before he goes back to the university. 

Camille said nothing again and drove to an apartment. She parked the car, and they both entered the apartment. 

The apartment was made and designed specially for him. just a living room and a bedroom, which were separated by a low staircase and a transparent wall. The living room just had two long couches that took a curving shape. A furnace was by the side. The walls of the apartment were transparent. It was simple but comfortable. 

Camille dropped her bag on the couch and went into the kitchen to get the wild dog some water, while he sat down and relaxed on the couch, sighing heavily. Camille is his most trusted partner and knows everything about him. His secret identities and his secret mission, even his personal mission, Even though she was older than him, she remained loyal and worked with him diligently. 

She gave him the water and sat down, facing him. "I called the FSF doctor, and he will be here in no time to treat your wound." She narrowed her eyes. "Aren't your feelings painful?" "I mean, those wounds on your body look serious." 

"Camille, have you forgotten who I am?" Have you forgotten all I have been through? "This is nothing, and you know that." 

She sighed resignedly and relaxed on the couch. "So, did you find anything in the school?" 

"Nothing. This culprit must be experienced and a hard target. just the way I love my missions. It won't be that easy." 

"So you will still be at that school?" The agency needs you, and your parents have been asking about you. "Can't you just work on this mission without staying there in the school?" 

"I can't leave the school yet." "My sister is still out there, and I won't go back home until I find her," he said, determined. "I must have found that man." As for the missions at the agency, send me the details of some of the missions so I can work on them. And don't bother about it being too much for me; I can handle them." 

"Okay, fine. But I hope you can explain things better to your mom," she said, and immediately his phone rang. He looked at the caller's name, and his eyes widened in shock.

 

 

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