The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Killing a Chicken

Amber stood frozen in shock at the chaotic scene playing out in the yard.

Shirley's attempt to catch a chicken was nothing short of alarming!

Robin, equally surprised, watched as Shirley transformed the entire villa's courtyard into a battleground in her frantic pursuit of the bird.

He gazed at Shirley, who stood with a kitchen knife in hand and clearly out of breath; it was obvious she had invested far too much time on this endeavor. Didn't she claim to have been honing her skills for an entire month?

And yet, this is the outcome?

With the way things are going, it seems unlikely that she would manage to prepare a meal anytime soon. Just then, Robin dashed forward, catching the flapping rooster just as it attempted to make a break for it. Amber sighed in relief, exclaiming, "We finally got it! Ms. Dunn, you really need to take a moment to rest." Robin casually handed the rooster to Amber, who was still watching Shirley, whose exhaustion was evident. Suddenly, Shirley yelled and swung her knife with frustration.

"Ah!" Amber gasped, realizing too late that she should have dodged.

In that instant, the rooster squawked frantically as its head was lopped off, sending it soaring into the air. Amber stood there, stunned, grappling with what had just occurred.

Shirley shot her an angry look. "I told you to stop running!"

After a beat, Amber finally understood that Shirley's fierce glare was aimed at something in her own hands.

She glanced down and saw that she was gripping a headless chicken, its body twitching and spilling warm blood!

"Ah!" she shrieked, dropping the lifeless bird onto the ground.

Just as she regained her composure, the severed head of the chicken plopped neatly into her grasp.

Without even looking at what she was holding, Amber tightened her grip and shot a glare at Robin. "You handed me the chicken and didn't give me a heads-up?"

Robin pointed at her hand. "If you squeeze any harder, you'll crush it."

Amber looked down and finally realized she was holding a blood-soaked chicken head.

"Ahhh!!" she yelped, flinging the head away with all her might before bolting around the yard in panic.

Exhausted from the ordeal, Shirley sank onto the courtyard steps, gasping for air.

She glanced at the headless chicken sprawled on the ground and then at Amber, who was frantically running in circles, and chuckled. "Amber, you might want to work on your bravery." Amber finally halted, her cheeks flushed. "Well ... that caught me completely off guard ...

"I had no idea killing a chicken would be this tough," Shirley admitted, nodding. "If I had known, I would have just bought one that was already cleaned and ready to go."

After a brief pause, she gathered herself. "You two wait in the living room. I'll head to the kitchen, pluck the feathers, and then prepare the fish. We can finally start cooking." Amber had calmed down by this point.

Hearing Shirley's words, she hesitantly asked, "Ms. Dunn, the fish is still alive?"

few stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Yes. You two can sit in the living room for a bit and make yourselves some tea

of the fish first and get it cooking

nodded and moved into

was just

scattered across the floor, it was evident that Shirley had chased the chicken from the kitchen through the living room and out into the yard. Amber quickly freshened up in the bathroom and began

the sofa for a moment of respite, a sudden scream echoed from the kitchen, nearly

door, they could

creeping onto his face. "This cooking

for a moment. I'll check on Ms.

night, these two women might have completely

kitchen, where she found Shirley facing off against a fish lying

carp lay sprawled across the kitchen floor, its

shaking as

"Ms. Dunn, what's happening?"

jumped at the sound of Amber's voice, who stood in the doorway, gesturing for her to

doing?" Amber asked, surveying the chaos in the

kitchen door and whispered, "Amber, you came just in time.

what?" Amber hesitated, eyeing the

should call Mr. Ramsey to handle it instead. I'm not sure I

Robin I can't deal

"Ms. Dunn, I've never killed a

fish; how difficult can it be?" Shirley's expression shifted from terror to determination. "Amber, hurry! You do great work; I know you can manage this!" After a long moment of indecision,

was as slippery

she grasped it, the fish wriggled out of her grasp, its mouth wide open and glaring at

surging through her as she fell to the floor,

let's just forget about the fish!

head firmly. "How can we skip it? We

it and kill it. I'll take

her fist in encouragement. "Amber, you can

inhaled deeply,

must embrace the

she shouted, surprisingly causing the fish to pause, as if

the fish and hurled it into the sink. "Ha! You think you can escape me? Not a

knife from the cutting board and

done, Ms. Dunn! The

eyes sparkled with excitement. "I knew you could do it! Fantastic! Let's move on to

"I saw a tutorial...

two, its head still gasping for breath, then opened her phone to the fish-preparation

the still-breathing fish head. "Ms. Dunn,

the video. "We can't skip it; we need to remove

fish, and I'll pluck the chicken feathers. That way,

her eyes and, when Shirley wasn't looking, pried open the gill cover and poked around. "Ms. Dunn, I did it!