Martina’s eyes regained their sparkle, and she smiled happily, staring closely at my face.
"Really?"
"Yes, tonight, no one will live! I swear!"
"Thank you. You’re my angel!"
Angel, oh how ironic, I’m an executioner, a butcher, now I’ve beco an angel.
My hands are full of blood, yet I’m the dawn in this poor girl’s eyes.
Death brings happiness.
Ha ha! This damn world!
I don’t want to be a bad guy, but life made a thug.
I wish to escape darkness, but reality plunged into hell.
If God were rciful, you should look at .
If you can’t redeem, I will tread the blood-soaked path and be crowned king!
I squeezed Martina’s hand, "Are you ready?"
"Yes, I can’t wait."
I took out the handgun, slowly attached the silencer, and stood up.
Martina closed her eyes with a smile, "I’ll pray for you!"
I turned my head towards the corridor, raising my hand, my fingers trembling.
Killing is sothing I’m no stranger to, but this ti, I can’t pull the trigger.
FUCK!
I never hard innocent vulnerable people.
Because I understand them, I know everything about them, I am also a pitiful creature at the bottom.
"Thank you! My angel!"
Fucking god!
Puff puff!
Two bullets shot out of the barrel, piercing Martina’s forehead.
Looking at the smile on her corpse.
I walked out of the compartnt, pulled out a cigarette, lowered my head to light it, the fla illuminating my cheek in the dim environnt, no smile, very calm.
Like the calm before the storm.
Huge anger was brewing inside .
I bit the cigarette and walked towards the goons in the corridor.
"Hey buddy, you’re quick! Satisfied?" the goon smiled and asked .
I flashed a smile, puffing out smoke, my left hand placed behind , slowly pulling out the S37 knife.
"Great!"
The goon pointed to a compartnt, "The chick in there has a nice body, you can have more fun."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
My left arm raised, facing the corridor, gripping the knife, bent arm, in less than a second, the blade plunged into the goon’s neck.
Blood splattered on my cheek.
The goon opened his mouth, blood gushing, unable to speak, coldness invading his body.
His body slowly slid off the wall.
I held the handgun, looking at the two goons at the stairway, puff puff puff puff!
Bullets speedily shot out, piercing their chests before they could react.
Putting away the handgun, I went to the compartnt the goon ntioned, I pulled open the curtain.
A girl with black curly hair was handcuffed.
A middle-aged man was burning her thigh with a cigarette butt.
The woman scread in terror.
"Please, no, spare ."
"Haha, little bitch, I like your frightened expression," the man seared her skin with the cigarette butt.
The pungent sll of burnt flesh filled the compartnt.
I stood behind the man, looked at the girl, lifted the man’s chin with my left hand, the knife pressed against his throat with my right hand.
The girl looked at in shock.
"Hello!" I greeted the girl, pulling the knife, slicing the man’s throat open, blood sprayed on the woman’s genitals and lower abdon.
The girl showed no fear, instead a happy laugh erged, "Hello, nice to et you."
"Sa here!"
I let go of the man, his body fell on the mattress.
The girl covered in blood looked at . "Thank you!"
"You’re welco!"
I walked out of the compartnt with the handgun, a client pulling up his pants also walked out of the compartnt, gave a surprised look.
He seed very pleased, smiled at .
I also smiled, raised the handgun.
"GOD!"
Puff!
A bullet pierced through his head.
Walked to the next compartnt, I pulled up the curtain.
Inside, two n were groping a girl, slapping her face.
"Hi!" I greeted inside with a cigarette in my mouth.
The mont they turned their heads, puff puff!
Bullets punctured their necks.
Blood beca the most common thing here.
The girl stared at dumbfounded.
I winked at her.
The girl raised her right hand, "Hi! Will you kill them?"
"Of course! I’m professional!"
A bright smile appeared on the girl’s vacant face. "You’re a good person!"
"Haha, thanks for the encouragent!"
I lowered the curtain.
It seems no guests are coming downstairs, two goons from the first floor ca to the second floor’s staircase, they walked a few steps and saw at the stairway entrance.
"FUCK!"
Is that a human face?
At the end of their vision is a guy wearing a black shirt, his face covered in blood, his hands still dripping blood, like a demon erging from hell.
"Damn it!"
I raised my right hand, much faster than them, as they drew their guns, I pulled the trigger.
Puff, the bullet pierced one goon’s forehead.
The other drew his gun and saw a barrel aid at him.
Puff!
The goon tumbled down the stairs.
I pressed my bloody right hand against the wall with a cigarette, a bright red blood streak appeared on the gray wall.
The bartender, hearing the noise, "Hey, what’s up?"
With his shout, the last goon on the first floor ca to the stairway, he saw a man slowly walking down with a cigarette.
Within a second of seeing him.
Puff!
A bullet shot through his eye socket.
I went to the bar with a cigarette, the middle-aged fat man trembled.
"Do you know what you’re doing?"
I puffed out smoke, laid the gun on the bar, picked up the fat man’s beer and drank.
"I know. Pick up your phone, call for backup."
WHAT?
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