Gol D Roger Execution の小説・ストーリー

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog

I growled. Alpha Ryder looked up, his lips formed a twisted grin out of hearing what I just said. I cannot forget how he looks at me like he just heard the most ridiculous thing in his entire life. The way how he slightly chuckles and wipes his face with both hands makes me wonder what this man knows that he has the audacity to laugh at my perfect plan. He got up. “ And they say you’re the executioner.” “ What did you fucking just said?” I murmur.

Roger seemed agitated. "Master, we could ensure that they hadn't left Hill city or else we will come to know about that." The assistant was scared to continue any further. "If you sense even a small moment let me know" Roger ordered. "Master, how do you know that they're actually alive?" The assistant was still not convinced that after such a huge fire that broke out in the house, they would still succeed in coming out alive. "That clip. I've seen the clip I got from the police. They both escaped." Roger punched the desk in front of him and shouted, "Go and keep searching for them. They have the thing that can bring me down in the blink of an eye."

Clinton said earnestly, looking at Goldie. “Well, Zimmerman, this is the first time you’ve shown so much care toward me. I'm so flattered. It's a pity that you won’t accept me. I’m not interested in Silva so I can only look for the next target. I don't believe there is anyone whom I will get caught up in and can’t break free from. It’ll be better if you don’t say anything, but since you said it, I really want to give it a try,” Goldie replied indifferently. Who was Goldie Rogers?

Squinting my eyes in contemplation, I seize this opportunity to ask, "Does he have any rivals?" Roger's expression shifts quickly, and he hesitates before answering, "Um, no, Ms. Knight. Not that." With my arms still folded across my chest, I assert, "I know everything, Roger. I witnessed him murdering that man last night and concealing the body in the wine barrel." Beads of sweat form on his forehead, betraying his guilt. "Um, Miss... you can't tell anyone, please," he pleads. Striking a deal, I insist on knowing all the details.

Immediately, the knife slipped from left to right across Greg’s collar. Logan released the victim’s head, stepped back a few feet while Greg lingered on his knees. The executioner then discharged two rounds in the back of Greg’s skull. Logan repeated the same brutal tactics to Bob careful not to injure the lower parts of his body. Their dead carcasses distributed over the carpet. Large bloodstained disparate in areas.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

When he met Luis’ gaze again, he asked, trembling, "W—what’s the meaning of all this?" "Your death," Luis replied coldly. Unexpectedly, Rogers sprang to his feet, gun raised and aimed straight at Luis, but Luis didn’t flinch. His guard at the door simply watched, while Luke and Connor demonstrated to Rogers’ guard what hell on earth looked like. The sound of his guard’s groan drew Rogers’ attention behind Luis which was a fatal mistake. Luis seized the moment, drawing his own gun and firing straight at Rogers’ hand. The gun clattered to the floor instantly.

*FLASHBACK* Hillary opened her eyes slowly and saw him. “Ro…Rodrigo?” “I love you, Hillary.” He smiled at her and grabbed the bomb, running away. The smile almost looked like a goodbye smile. Hillary realised what he was doing. “RODRIGO NOOO, DON'T.” Rodrigo ran as fast as he could, throwing the bomb far away, but he was close to it. The impact of the bomb exploding was so intense that it knocked him off the building, landing him elsewhere and badly injured.

It was late afternoon and, even though the days were getting shorter, we still had a few hours before sunset brought the threat of danger to our doors. “I’ll bet you’ll be so happy to get that baby out of your belly so you can go out and kick some bad boy ass alongside that man of yours,” Roger said. “What are you talking about?” I chuckled. “It doesn’t seem fair that he has to go out alone each night and kill those evil devils. Last night he got three of them,” Roger shrugged. I stopped and looked at him in disbelief, “I had no idea.” “Uh Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said with regret. “I thought that you two told each other everything.”