Heinrich stood up and pushed his chair back. “Give me a name,” he asked, without a hint of pleading.“I’m sorry, Luc. There is a code of ethics I can’t violate.” Frederick refused Heinrich’s request.Heinrich leaned forward halfway, placing both hands on the table. His sharp gaze was fixed on Frederick, who was older than him. “My family was killed under mysterious circumstances. Do you really think I care about your damn code of ethics?” His voice was low and controlled, but cold and firm.“You know I’ve stepped away. No weapons, no targets. My life is completely normal now, Fred,” Heinrich added as he straightened his posture.Frederick fell silent for a moment, then let out a slow breath. “I don’t know for certain. But you can look for information where you first started all of this.”The answer sounded light, yet it managed to reopen an old veil Heinrich had sealed tightly. The dirty blond man took a few steps back, then turned and left Frederick, who watched him with an unreadabl

Sergei slowed the vehicle and stopped in front of a remote house. The building looked isolated from the world, blending into the thick darkness of the night. Alone, much like Heinrich’s life at this moment.The house had once been Heinrich’s resting place when he was still deeply involved in his former work as an elite hitman. Since getting married and leaving that life completely, he had never returned.“Miss your old place?” Sergei glanced over as he unfastened his seat belt and stepped out first.A moment later, Heinrich followed. They entered the house using the light from Sergei’s phone flashlight.The place was not without electricity. However, it was so old that when the lights were turned on, they glowed dimly. That condition had lasted for years, back when Heinrich still came here regularly to truly rest.“So dirty,” Sergei muttered after switching on the light in the room. He waved a hand in front of his face, bothered by the dust.Heinrich did not respond. He opened the woo

The men who had been watching Heinrich and Jonas earlier rose from their table and left the bar.Meanwhile, Heinrich and Jonas were already facing the meals they had ordered, preparing to eat.“Where are you staying?” Jonas asked after taking a bite.“I don’t know,” Heinrich replied briefly, then did the same.“Don’t sleep out on the road or you’ll—” Jonas didn’t get to finish his sentence. Heinrich suddenly stood up and hurried outside. Not knowing what was happening, Jonas rushed after him.“Hey!” Heinrich called out to a man approaching his car, his movements suspicious.The man glanced back briefly. He said nothing, showed no sign of guilt, and simply walked away.As soon as the man was gone, Heinrich moved quickly toward his parked vehicle and inspected it carefully. His hands moved with practiced precision, as if he already knew which parts were usually targeted for sabotage.“What’s wrong?” Jonas asked as he approached. “Who was that man?”Heinrich didn’t answer right away. His

Heinrich was not completely unconscious. He managed to turn his head. At the same moment, a second blow landed. Fresh blood streamed from his nose and the corner of his lips. His vision began to blur.As if unsatisfied, the attacker delivered a kick. This time, Heinrich truly lost consciousness.Without wasting time, the attacker dragged Heinrich away, pulling him into the forest while Jonas was still busy exchanging gunfire with another assailant.“This man is dangerous. Tie his hands and feet so he can’t fight back,” ordered the attacker who had dragged Heinrich into the pine forest.“What about Skarvik?”“Leave him here. We have to get to the cabin and report to Vardr.”“Alright.”Heinrich’s hands and feet were bound like a hunted animal. A large-built man dragged him using a rope. They took Heinrich to a wooden cabin deep inside the forest.Meanwhile, Jonas began to realize that Heinrich was gone. The enemy hiding behind the pine trees suddenly stopped shooting. The area fell into

Heinrich turned, his gaze locked sharply on the radio transceiver on the table. He slipped the pistol into the back of his waistband and tightened his grip on the long-barreled rifle he was carrying.The radio crackled again. A few seconds later, the melody of Goldberg Variations filled the room. Classical music Heinrich often listened to while driving, sitting alone at home, or carrying out missions.Heinrich shook his head in confusion. Only Liv and Sergei knew about his fondness for that music.“What kind of game is this?” Heinrich muttered, his eyes dark with suspicion.He stepped closer to the table as the music stopped. He stared at the radio for several moments, then scanned the room. Heinrich was certain someone was watching him, though he did not know who or from where. One thing was clear. Whoever it was knew him well.“Sergei .…”Without hesitation, Heinrich grabbed the radio and headed for the door. Just as he was about to open it, he sensed a faint movement outside. Heinr