Hero Killer 소설 & 이야기

A highway pursuit of a fugitive ended in a crash. I was rushed to the hospital alongside a death-row convict. "The patient's left chest cavity has been pierced by rebar. He needs emergency surgery immediately. Get his family on the line!" I did not want my mother, who was thousands of miles away, to worry. I forced myself to stay conscious and prepared to sign the consent form on my own. Yet the deputy chief of the military hospital snatched the form out of my hands. He ordered the staff to wheel me out of the operating room by force, all so they could treat the barely scratched convict instead. "Save him first. He has a clotting disorder. If the bleeding isn't stopped now, it'll be fata

I had killed her mother. The silence between us stretched long and became suffocatingly heavy, thick enough to choke me. Finally, I managed, “If it was me… I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know.” Her amber eyes shimmered with tears she refused to shed. “Ignorance doesn’t wash away blood.” And in that moment, as I looked at her, I understood something chilling, Hessa didn’t just see me as a rival for Ace. To her, I was the Killer, the face of everything she had lost.

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

He had stepped on a land mine he knew but what it had been was far from his knowledge and gulping a load of his saliva, he looked away. “Mr. Dean, I am sure you have heard about the quote, curiosity killed the cat?” Alastor alleged eyeing the man with his freezing blue eyes, “Working in this particular facility you must be aware that it has gotten more people killed than just a puny animal. You wouldn’t want to be one of them, do you?” To threaten a police officer in their own station and yet have them cower in their presence was the kind of man that Alastor Tynen was.

It seemed Hero's dad tried to shoot his attacker but wasn't fast enough. Thank God that killer hit a lung and not the heart… GODDAMIT! Someone’s gonna PAY! The suddenly enraged son shifts his attention to the two shadowy figures fighting on the balcony. He sheathes his knife back into its pouch, runs to pick up the gun, rushes past his sobbing mother, then barks out orders. “Mom, call security, and get an ambulance here ASAP!”

All of a sudden, a vicious look appeared deep inside his eyes. "I want revenge! I want to kill you! I want you dead!" Hero roared in a frenzy. He could only lie on the ground as he was too seriously injured. He was unable to stand. After a while, Hero seemed to remember something, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes. "Just you wait, Chase Collins! I'll kill you with my own hands one day!" … Chase had no idea that Hero was making plans to murder him because he was in a pretty bad situation.

"You alright?" "Yes, I'm fine." "I will definitely kill that bastard when we meet again!" Miggy swore angrily. "Is it true?" Hero's friends turned to Darwin simultaneously. Only then did they notice the young man. "What truth?" Lance asked confusedly, looking at Hero again. "That Hero killed his girlfriend? Was that why he is here at Casa de Oro--because he escaped from his case in Manila?" "What did you say?" Miggy asked angrily and immediately rushed to Darwin, grabbing the latter's collar.

Helios led, his body a shadow that moved with practiced precision. We took out two guards quickly—Helios with a silencer to the head, me with a swift strike to the gut. The hallway spilled into a larger chamber, one I recognized from old blueprints: the meeting room. The floor was a cracked marble, stained with old blood. A long table dominated the center, though most of its chairs had been overturned. And standing at the far end, waiting, was the man we came for. Viktor Hash. He was older than I expected, grayer, with the wild-eyed look of someone who knew the end had finally come. But he wasn’t going out quietly. He grabbed me before I even realized he’d moved, the cold bite of a knife pre

“Come on, stab me to death! Stab me now! I’ll see if you can get away!” Hector immediately dropped the knife to the ground. “Dir-Director Smith, I…I will not kill you anymore. I was not made to kill others anyway, I…” Hector was so anxious that he started sweating profusely. The few hooligans behind Hector then raised their legs and kicked him a few times on his bottom, and they then cursed angrily. “You truly f*cking good at ruining the plan!” The few hooligans then turned around and scrammed in all directions. Hector was left alone, and he knelt on the floor. “Director Smith, seeing that I did not kill you, could you give me…a sum of money?”

The room fell silent except for the heavy breathing and the groans of the subdued attackers. Kira stood over the conscious gunman, the leader's body wasn't in good shape because she had used him to serve as her shield, placing her foot on his chest. "Who sent you?" she demanded. He coughed, blood trickling from his mouth. "You'll find out soon enough," he spat, defiance still in his eyes. She pressed harder, her expression a mask of fury. "Tell me!" He grinned, his teeth stained red. "Go to hell." Kira's face hardened, “I Am Hell.” and with that she lifted her foot, bringing it down with a final, brutal stomp on his face, knocking the man unconscious immediately. That was one powerful kick.