The Murderer's Shopping Mall Novel Novels & Stories

suot ko ang itim na hoddie at itim na mask. Agad akong pumunta sa coffee shope kung sa magkikita ang dalawang demonyo.Kung paano ko nalaman ay tinext saakin ng investigator ko.Nandito na ko..kung san pinto ng coffe shop.Nakayuko kong binuksan ang pinto ng shop at ng biglang may nakasanga akong lalaki tiningala ko ang ang lalaki at nagulat ako ng makitang si manuel pala iyon..

He choked, his eyes going wide with shock as he fell backward, crashing into a clothing rack. Another cloaked man rushed around the pillar, his eyes furious when he saw his partner on the ground. He raised his weapon at me, but I didn't hesitate. I held the gun with both hands, aimed for his chest, and fired again. The bullet struck him dead center, and he collapsed onto the floor, motionless. My hands were shaking, the scent of gunpowder and blood filling my nose. Suddenly, a massive, thunderous roar shattered the remaining glass in the mall. The air in the building instantly grew heavy, thick with a suffocating, murderous aura that made it hard to breathe.

. Behind me, a man blocked the door. He wore black turtleneck and had thick arms and brass knuckles gleaming like death threats. He didn’t shout “freeze”; he didn’t need to. You don’t need a script when you’ve got perfect murder set up, and the victim had no chances. I dove behind the desk at the last millisecond. The trophies rattled, and the books produced surprised, clattering sound. My heart thumped against my rib cage so loud I thought it might knock the world off its axis.

“Don't fucking turn, I said as I tried to look around if I could see them closer, I noticed they were over eight of them, I was still counting when my eyes came in contact with a dreadful-looking man, I need not be told that he was Russian. We kept moving around with a crowd and pretending to be shopping when in reality I was looking for a way out. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three gunshots ran into the ceiling of the shopping mall, making everyone in the mall run to safety. “Everybody get the fuck out of here,” I heard one of the men I earlier suspected to be one of them say at the top of his voice. I brought reached for the gun that I had earlier kept in my purse while we were hiding behind a baby

As I'm heading to the checkout, a group of men walk in, all dressed in black trench coats. I bite my lip, holding back a curse. Shoot. These have to be Silver Hunters. I try to ignore them and focus on the groceries, but their presence is making me nervous. As I'm paying for the groceries, one of the men steps up to the counter behind me. I can feel his breath on my neck, and my heart starts pounding in my chest. "Hey," he says to me, "you look familiar. Don't I know you from somewhere?" "Uh, I don't think so." I barely glance at him before returning to paying for the groceries. The clerk hands me my change, and I grab the plastic bag and two water jugs.

Her hands tightened around the case files, the paper crumpling beneath her grip. Was Damian Voss a suspect? Or was he something worse? Evelyn leaned back in her chair, rubbing her head, the weight of the evidence pressing down on her. It wasn’t enough to make an arrest, but it all pointed in one direction—Damian Voss. Billionaire. Businessman. Untouchable. And somehow, connected to these murders. Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise—something shifting outside her window. Evelyn tensed, reaching for her gun. She lived on the fourth floor. No one should be out there.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

Big Wolf yelled, his voice thick and echoing through the mall. Shoppers screamed, scrambling to comply. Some cried, others trembled. Wolf's accomplices spread out, securing control. Another with the tag, ‘Night’, trained his gun on the sales counter. "You, hand over today's earnings!" The third thief whom his gang addressed as ‘Red’, began patting down shoppers, stealing wallets, phones and jewelry. Then, he rummaged through grocery shelves, tossing expensive items into a duffel bag. The fourth thief, Darko, stationed at the entrance, kept his gun trained on the cowering crowd, with one eye outside, searching for any sign of the cobs. "Nobody moves! Stay down!"

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the impact of the gunshot. But then, one of the men’s phones buzzed. A pause. They exchanged looks and nodded at each other, like they were communicating in some sort of unspeakable language. “Change of plans,” the tall one, who seemed to be their leader, said. “You are wanted alive.” “What? Who?” “Elio.” Just one word. And suddenly, I wished they’d just killed me. “Knock him out,” the leader said, marching out already. I didn’t even get to scream before something cracked against my skull and dropped me into darkness.

Dima He tries to compose himself after the first murder. Malik stops the car in front of a grocery store, opens the door, and gets out—his face betraying his anxiety. Malik says to the shopkeeper, "I want a bottle of water." The shopkeeper looks at Malik in surprise: "It's behind you, in the fridge, sir." Malik glances to the side and sees the fridge. He opens it and takes out a bottle of water, then turns to the shopkeeper, takes out his money, and gives it to him. The shopkeeper gives Malik his change. Malik takes the money and puts it in his pocket, then heads back to the car. Inside, Malik places the bottle of water beside him and starts driving until he reaches a quiet spot on the Nile,