1 Chapter 1: Wait for me! I am coming!

'Baaannnngggg~!'

In the silent and stagnant air of the night, a single gunshot seemed to reverberate through the forest and destroy its peace and quiet.

Who knows how many people jumped from fright, and how many more got scared from it, thinking that they could be next.

Yet to me, the person responsible for this was nothing more than a normal occurrence recently.

Nothing more than swatting a fly, even though the blood at my feet showed it clearly I had just taken a human life, it didn't matter much to me.

If the me of a few days ago witnessed this scene he would most probably suffer a heart attack from the shock.

I was such a wuss that would even faint at a drop of blood, yet here I was right now in a pool of blood and there was no expression on my face.

Lighting up a cigarette, the last of the pack, I couldn't help but think that this should be the end. Ironically this was my last kill and also my last cig, it seemed like even God was giving me a sign.

If he really existed somewhere!

But if he existed, then why would he allow these bastards to take everything from me, why would he allow these motherfu*ckers kill my two angels?

It didn't make sense!

One of them wouldn't even step on ants while walking down the road, while the other one didn't even understand what walking was.

If God existed, then he certainly had made a great mistake, a mistake that he could never regret enough.

'Wee woo…, Wee woo…, Wee woo…'

While I was lost in these stupid thoughts of existence and inexistence of God, the sound of the police cars and the ambulances had started on the background.

At that moment instinctively I couldn't help but think of running away and escaping. But the next moment the mere thought of it disappeared.

With the loss of my two angels, there was nothing left for me to live! There was nothing, no reason for me to even try and escape.

Perhaps the best would be for me to get caught, perhaps I could find a reason in prison. Or perhaps it would be best for me to join my angels on the other side.

The second option seemed the best!

With that thought in my mind I raised the gun in my hand to my head and without fearing at all pulled the trigger.

'Clacckkk~!'

"Heheheheheheheheheheheeh~! What a joke! What a fu*cking sick joke!"

Despite my desire and courage to run to the other side, God seemed to be playing a sick comedy with me and not giving me a fucking bullet to shoot myself in the head.

'Weee wooo…, weeee woooo…, weeeee woooo…'

Still, I didn't despair! Even if my gun didn't have bullets, it didn't mean that my hopes were lost. In fact, there was full artillery coming towards me.

With these thoughts in mind, I let out a bright and mocking smile towards the sky and then turned around towards the incoming colorful lights.

'Damned!'

It was a bit blinding, but I didn't care. Without wasting my miserable time, I pulled up the gun in my hand and directed it towards the incoming lights.

If those dogs and pigs didn't understand what the fu*ck was going on, then they truly didn't deserve their jobs. Not like it would be any different if they did.

'swwoooshhhh… screeechhhhh…'

'Banggg…, banngg…, banngg…'

Fortunately, those fu*cking pigs understood very well what I was implying, as they immediately seemed to brake and then start firing toward me.

I don't know how many bullets were fired, all I could understand was that brief moment of the piercing pain of those bullets going through my body.

Still, even in that case, I didn't scream in pain, quite the opposite actually I had a big smile on my face.

It would most certainly creep out these fu*ckers that had managed to take my life, but I didn't fu*cking care.

All I cared about was that soon I was going to join my angels once again.

"The fu*ck are you bastards doing, we need that motherfu*cker alive! He is the only one who can tell us where the boss's stuff is!

You fu*cking bastards, are you that fu*cking tired of living!?"

Hearing that scream I couldn't help but think in two opposite directions!

First, I was happy to cause these motherfu*ckers suffering even with my death. It was just like winning a jackpot after a jackpot.

And the second was anger and hate! It seemed like this shouldn't have been my last kill, there seemed to have been another bastard behind this bastard that was responsible for my Angles' death.

It was frustrating knowing that I hadn't finished the job properly, but what the fu*ck could I do!? My life was about to end, I could feel every moment of my life passing in front of me.

Happy, sad, sorrow, anger, hate, happy, bliss, all kinds of memories, all kinds of emotions, and all kinds of situations were crossing in front of my eyes and filling my eyes with tears of happiness.

In all these memories those two angels were in there, they were still there with me. So how could I have been sad at that moment!?

Slowly my eyes were losing focus, and my ears were becoming deaf, I could feel my life running out, but I wasn't trying to resist in the least.

I had lost all thoughts and will to live, there was nothing for me! Nothing at all!

Wait for me, my Angles'! I am coming!

Those were probably my last thoughts, as finally everything turned black and then I lost conscience!

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"Motherfu*cker! Motherfu*cking motherfu*cker! You can't die! There is no way I am going to let you die! No without getting Master's stuff from you!"

While the body of murderer was lying cold on the ground with blood pooling out of his body, the one in charge, a man in foreign military clothing jumped in haste like he was trying to save his brother from death.

The other people, especially the policemen wearing the small country's uniform looked at the scene with reverie and daze, as they couldn't understand what was going on.

These guys had searched and turned the whole place upside down trying to locate and kill the guy on the ground, yet the same bastards were now trying to save him.

How the fu*ck did this make sense?

It was completely out of their comprehension, but none of them dared to even voice out a syllable, in fear that their end wouldn't be different from the corpses on the ground.

That leading foreign military man didn't seem to be wanting to waste time, as he immediately pulled out a flacon with a green fluid and injected into the so 'hated' corpse, before screaming to his own,

"Get this motherfu*cker to our base, and make sure that you bring him to life, otherwise you are all going to accompany him in hell!"

Without wasting even a second, a few of his subordinates came running towards him and picked up the body right away, while the leader started hitting the ground in anger and hate.

'Bamm…, bammm…, bammm…'

His hands were bleeding while he was hitting the ground, but he didn't seem to care, as he could only cry with muffled sounds,

"Motherfu*cker I am trying to save your fu*cking life instead of my blood brother! I am going to make sure that you regret ever being born if you don't die!"

The policemen could only deepen their daze as they couldn't believe what they were hearing. Even though this guy was foreign they all understood his language.

They couldn't even understand how someone would be willing to use such a magical last chance to their enemy instead of their blood related brother.

It didn't make sense!

Yet none of them voiced a word, they could only look at the scene in daze, and wait for their next orders.

As pathetic and humiliating as it may sound, even though they were in their own country and in their own turf they were still under the orders and whims of these foreign bastards.

It wasn't their fault that their country was so weak and pathetic that it couldn't even protect its residents.

Even though they didn't know the full story, and all the details they did know one thing. All this had started only a couple of days ago because these foreign bastards had killed the murderer's wife and child.

Prior to the occurrence the murderer didn't have any criminal records, he hadn't even crossed a red light, nor even killed a chicken.

It was clearly these foreign bastards who had the fault and responsibility for the whole situation, and yet this fu*cker was hitting the ground and cursing the murderer.

Life was never fair though!

Only money, power, and leverage mattered!

They didn't knew for how much their country had sold the life of the murderer but most certainly it wasn't a small amount that would never reach their hands.

Still, all they could do now was hopping that the guy had died and wouldn't suffer any longer…