I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1156: Assassins

"No one comes in here and gets out without Hera’s permission. I forgot to tell you that when I invited you in."

The men that came along with Ulysses immediately shifted their guns in Ram’s direction. However, neither of them pulled the trigger as the young man raised a hand. Ulysses kept his eyes on Ram’s figure, unfazed by the fire and smoke outside or the weapons pointed in his direction.

"Put down your guns," said Ulysses, keeping his eyes on Ram’s. "Doing that will not change a thing."

"Young Master," one of the guards called, his expression sour.

"I came here with as little guards as possible, knowing I am risking my life by doing so," Ulysses remarked solemnly, his kind and friendly smile gone. "I did so to show my sincerity to Hera. If she couldn’t see that, then I’m aware death awaits the three of us."

The young man breathed out, resting his hand on the armrest. "Don’t you dare meddle with my resolve."

Reluctance shone in his bodyguards’ eyes, but they eventually placed down their guns. When their hands were free of any weapon, they raised them as a sign of surrender. They looked at the people around them, and yet, the hostility in Hera people’s eyes remained the same.

"Quite remarkable for such a young man," Ram mused. "I do hope you’re not cutting your life short because Hera isn’t the type to hold back."

As soon as those words rolled out of Ram’s tongue, the entrance of the mansion was kicked open with a bang. Ulysses flinched at the noise, turning his head in the entrance just like how his guards did. There, standing by the door, was a woman with a pair of glowering eyes that could make anyone gulp at first sight.

’She...’ Ulysses gulped nervously, starting to feel this unknown fear that he had never felt before. ’... isn’t like the rumors. Compared to what I am seeing, the rumors about her make her look like a saint..’

Though young, Ulysses could confidently say he had seen a lot back home. However, this was the first time someone made him feel small, the first time he felt this strong aura, even though Hera hadn’t done anything to him yet. No wonder she was named in the last will of the late master of the Oxley Family.

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"I heard they were attacked," Fig sniffed the takeout food while seated in the backseat. "Should I buy funeral clothes before we come back?"

Deborah, who was in the front passenger seat, couldn’t help but look back at her current boss, Fig. "Boss, do you think they would die?"

"Like hell they would." Tiger hissed, squeezing himself on the other end of the backseat because Fig had taken almost all the space. "Fig is just being overly dramatic since he hadn’t been eating as usual."

"Then why are we rushing home?" Deborah asked again.

"Because we planned to go back after sending those guys to the Interpol?" Tiger answered whilst keeping his attention to Fig. "Can you please eat the damn food? Not eating it isn’t gonna make you slimmer overnight."

"I’m saving it for last." Fig sniffed his takeout more, this time, he inhaled longer. "Please don’t talk to me, Tiger. I am imagining myself eating this food but with ten times bigger. Once my fantasies are fulfilled, that’s the only time I will eat it."

Tiger opened and closed his mouth, rendered speechless by that explanation. How did that make sense to Fig? Smelling the food and imagining that he had a larger portion sounded so desperate. He almost felt sorry for Fig.

"By the way, Joker sent out an order that they’ve already reached the country," Hunter, who was driving the car, spoke solemnly. "They’d probably landed at this time."

"Don’t care." Tiger propped his jaw against the back of his hand. "Wake me up when we’re there."

"Are you going to sleep?" Fig frowned, looking at Tiger with judgmental eyes. "You shouldn’t sleep. You slept almost the entire time."

"You said it yourself. Only after we are satisfied about fantasizing about something can we have the courage to do something," Tiger replied languidly, eyes closed. "You go ahead and fantasize about your food while I will continue fantasizing about my woman."

"Please, do not tell me the details." Fig looked away, afraid Tiger would subject him to a torturous rant about the love of his life. Fig already had a lot on his plate right now and that was not having anything on his plate.

Deborah darted her eyes between the men in the backseat. Fig continued with what he was doing while Tiger kept his eyes shut. The two of them didn’t seem bothered by the fact that someone had launched an attack on their base. Hera might not be there, but Ram and Wolf were left behind.

"Don’t worry," Hunter remarked quietly, offering Deborah a reassuring look. "They’re not worried for a reason, so I think it’s fine."

"Hera left Wolf and Ram in charge for a reason," Fig muttered as he slightly opened the lid of his takeout food. "They might be old. Don’t forget how they successfully infiltrated the places no one else could like they did. Ram became the President of a country while Wolf was the chief of the CIA because Hera asked. If they did succeed in that, what makes you think they can’t do something so simple as to guard the base?"

Deborah glanced at Fig and smiled subtly. "You’re right," she said. "I’m worried about nothing." She then looked ahead, keeping her smile until the mansion came into sight.

"Turn back." Suddenly, Tiger spoke.

Hunter intuitively glanced in the rearview mirror, only to see Tiger opening his eyes. The latter glanced at the window beside him.

"I just had a bad hunch," said Tiger. "Turn back."

"But we’re already at the base."

"Listen to him," Fig remarked, eyes on Tiger. "Turn back."

"Uh..." Hunter cleared his throat before following the instructions. He made an abrupt turn, driving away from the base. As he did so, he glanced at the rearview mirror again. This time, Tiger was already assembling a weapon.

"Is there’s something wrong?" Deborah asked when she couldn’t take it anymore. "Is the base surrounded?"

"No, but someone is trying to kill someone inside the base," Tiger remarked as he focused on the window. "Stop here. This is a good enough place to stop an assassination attempt."

Hunter furrowed his brows, looking around as they were already in the middle of nowhere. Even so, he stopped as instructed. Tiger immediately opened the door and climbed on the roof of their car, sitting on the edge while peeking through the scope.

"Someone sent to kill Hera?" Fig inquired as he stepped out of the car. Deborah and Hunter also stepped out, curious.

"How can you know someone is trying to assassinate Hera from here?" Hunter blurted out, eyes on Tiger. "You were sleeping."

Tiger didn’t bother with the man, looking around through the scope to make sure he saw what he saw. After a minute, the corner of his mouth curled up as he caught this faint red light mixed through the sunlight.

"Found it."

Hunter squinted his eyes, taking him quite some time before he saw the red line. It was faint, especially with the sunlight. However, if one paid attention to it, they would see it. Hunter slowly shifted his eyes to Tiger, his mouth wide open.

"How did you do that?" Hunter blurted out.

Fig just glanced at Hunter and smiled proudly. "He knew it because that’s what we do. At least, that’s what he does things," was all Fig said, looking at Tiger proudly. "We aren’t assassins if we miss these sorts of things."