[center][h1][color=808080]Jung Li[/color][/h1][img]https://38.media.tumblr.com/cd0f2ab4cf0ea04a61a9cfedf6428352/tumblr_mftha8SQdU1rbj1g5o3_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][/center]Jung was still in a state of panic as he disposed of the lifeless body that was left in his home. His mind ran a bit frantic right about now as he tries to remember all of the people who has wronged him and the people he has killed when he found out. Jung grunted with frustration, basically knocking everything down off a nearby wall and picking them up off of the ground only to throw them across the room. Jung's only choice now was to escape. Get away and possibility never come back. But being the number one assassin and spy in his league, he wasn't so easy to get rid of.

He sat down still in a bit of a frantic mood as he rocked back and forth, thinking of who could be after him now. First, he has this L person to deal with and now someone else is targeting him but who could it be. Jung leaned back further on his couch, only to see a shadowy figure behind him. He jumped up with a gasp and immediately took a defensive stance. [b]"Hello there, son."[/b] That raspy, familiar voice spoke and he knew exactly who it was. His father. Well, not exactly his father but the man who raised him, trained and taught him everything he knows. [b]"I told you that you were going to regret it, didn't I? Now you just have to enjoy the ride."[/b] Jung leaped over the couch and attempted to attack the shadowy figure but he somewhat disappeared.

Jung didn't need to hunted down just yet. Not by his past anyway. Running his slender talons through his raven, silky hair, he reached and grabbed his car keys then drove straight towards Agent Saunders home. When he arrived, he got out of his vehicle and saw that the door had been broken into. [color=808080][i]'Oh, no.'[/i][/color] He thought as he sprinted inside and ran up the stairs, only to see Agent Saunders dead body on her bathroom floor. Sobbing quietly to himself, Jung rested on his knee, clutching his agent's body to his.

It devastated Jung and a few minutes later, he heard sirens approaching. Jung kissed the forehead of Agent Saunders body then directed the police to where her body was. He couldn't bare it anymore. Jung sat on the second to last step, thinking and suddenly, it hit him. If this man want a war with him then a war he shall receive. Jung lifted himself up off of the stairs and got back into his vehicle, driving back home, where he striped down and only having a pair of sweat pants. He lead himself down to his basement and flicked on the light.

It was his training area, which was set up with a few dummies. He laid out an assortment of weapons for himself and started training on the dummies, hitting them with everything he got and landing some successful shots and stabs. After practicing for about an hour or so, with heavy breaths, he sat down in the middle of the floor and just did nothing but sob again. Agent Saunders did not deserve to die and he was definitely going to get his revenge by any means necessary.