The Last Gunslinger 소설 & 이야기

He reached for Emma— But Isabella stepped between them. "Your fight is with me." Richard stared at her. "You've chosen their side?" "I've chosen the truth." Richard raised his pistol. "So be it." Before he could pull the trigger— Bang! A single shot echoed through the lighthouse. Richard froze. He looked down at his chest. Blood slowly spread across his shirt. His pistol slipped from his hand. Everyone turned toward the doorway. Standing there was Ethan's grandfather, Thomas. His old hunting rifle still smoked.

"Then, let's give it a try. We'll try to help her." After saying that, I took my son and floated to Casper's study. In the study, Captain Stone and his colleague were questioning Casper about what had happened to me. "Mr. Hawthorne, your wife, Winnie, died from multiple complications caused by excessive blood loss, according to our understanding. I'm very curious... As the wife of the head of the Hawthorne Group, why would she die in such a shabby rental apartment? Especially with the cause of death being excessive blood loss. Could you explain this to us?"

I could put up with everything else, but that watch was different. It was a birthday gift from my late older brother, Norman, who had spent almost six months saving up for it. Two years ago, he was killed during an undercover mission. They never even found his remains. That watch was all I had left to remember him by. Samson was already so unfair. Meanwhile, I was exhausted, and I didn't even want to fight about this anymore. When I thought about my decision to leave soon, I felt strangely at peace.

His own life then ended with a gunshot. The End

My strength drained away instantly, and the gun nearly slipped from my hand. But Killian laughed. That laugh held a trace of relief, along with a deep affection and despair I couldn't comprehend. "It seems God can't bear to let you burden yourself with the sin of murder." He gently took the gun back from my hand. "Then I'll do it myself." Before anyone could react. Killian unhesitatingly raised the gun and pointed it at his own temple. "Goodbye, my Halen." *Bang—!* The moment the gunshot rang out, a dark shadow rushed in like a cheetah.

I would take not just one person away but every single one of them. I promised Aidan before he took his last breath that I wasn’t going to be involved in any mafia activities again, but there was one last thing I still had to do: I had to find his killer and make him pay. Aidan never allowed me to hold a gun when he was alive. I even had to learn how to shoot a gun secretly, knowing he would be so angry if he found out. He didn’t spill anyone’s blood unless they were guilty of a crime or something else that was bad. He didn’t even want me to spill anyone’s blood, whether they were bad or not, but I could no longer keep up with that after they killed him in a very brutal way.

I wasn't looking for grief; I was looking for the future. When the last of the soil was thrown, and the priests had finished their hollow blessings, the crowd dispersed. They bowed to Dante, then they bowed to me lower this time, with a fear that was finally flavored with respect. They knew what had happened at Pier 12. They knew the "Golden Prince" had outplayed a Syndicate and outlived a Don. "He died hating the world he built," Dante said, his voice a low vibration that barely carried over the rain. He was looking at the fresh engraving: VINCENZO MORETTI - THE LAST BUTCHER.

He urgently needed a drink to calm down. After he finished the drink, Juan smashed the glass. “Philip, as you can see, even a person with great skills can be brought down with a gun. This is a special silver gun specifically targeted at supernatural beings like you. If you don't want to die, kneel down and beg for mercy now.” Juan stared at Philip and said. “Hehe, it's just a silver gun.” Philip ignored the captain and the gun in his hand. “You’re courting death! Fire!” Juan roared.

I feel just like Romeo did before he died in my arms. I pray for death to take me. I want it all to be over with. The pain and the torture. I reach for the memories of Romeo, Xavier and me as kids. I pull at the memories of my father, mother and Gunner. With the last of my strength I turn to face my mother. I wish I could hold her hand as I take my last breath. I pray she knows that I love her even though we weren't that close any more. The sounds of swords and guns firing gets closer. "Go welcome our guests." Gold tooth shouts at the males in the room as he positions himself between my thights once again. Gunner, Aiden, and Skullz; one of Aiden's riders; take down Gold tooths men.

Years came and went and eventually, a lot of our people just packed up and left, a few humans moved in, mostly drifters and outcasts, though they usually leave relatively quick, a year, maybe two before they realize that this place will never be anything more than it is now, old, rundown and forgotten by time and civilization. I came back here after Sam got caught up with a gang that originated somewhere in Europe, he still wont tell me exactly what happened but when I got a call that he was severely injured, I knew it would only be a matter of time before he lost his cool and would show the people exactly who they were dealing with, there is no way he wouldn’t retaliate so we had to go and