Assassin's Tears (ENG)

*+｡ CHAPTER 30｡+*

Mauricio explained everything to Narin in detail. She wasn't surprised by this information. The assassin sensed that one day there would be a person who would want to take revenge on her for the murder of a loved one.

A pensive mulatto girl was sitting on a couch next to a burning fireplace in her guardian's villa. On her opposite side, Serrano was dozing. Their conversation lasted a long time, now it was evening. The trader asked his beloved that before she would do anything hasty, she would first think carefully about the situation and inform him about it.

The brunet was asleep but she couldn't. There was a battle of thoughts going on in her head. The only upside was that now she knew her new adversary intimately. She also knew that she would speak to Candela about this, but she wasn't going to show her any sympathy or kindness in this matter. She had had enough of pretending. She tried to be someone else, better. She wanted to learn how to take better care of others. She tried, but she lost the fight, it was too contrary to her nature, so she decided not to try anymore, not to pretend. She'll just be herself, and if people really care about her, they'll stay with her no matter who she is.

Narin shifted her gaze from the fireplace to the sleeping trader and stopped her gaze on him for a moment. Muricio slept so peacefully. His head was resting on the back of the couch and his hands were folded over his chest. He slept sitting up, which would surely make his bones ache in the morning from resting like this for so long.

The mulatto girl got up after a while and reached for the blanket lying next to her. A moment later, she quietly approached the sleeping trader and gently covered him with a blanket. The black-haired girl sighed softly, then sat down next to her friend, again looking towards the fireplace.

She thought for a long time about the situation she found herself in. There was one thought in her mind that she tried to suppress for a long time. After a while, however, she found that it would be pointless to resist it. She knew the end of her story, she had predicted it all long ago, and therefore she didn't hesitate to act. She'll do what she does best.

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Narin didn't sleep a wink all night.

It's morning now.

Mauricio was still asleep and Vazquez didn't want to wake him. She looked at the brunet for the last time and then approached him and slightly adjusted his blanket. A moment later she stopped and looked at her sleeping friend for a moment. When she noticed that it was already eight o'clock, the mulatto girl secretly left Bernardo's villa, taking her entire set of weapons with her.

Now she has gone to one place. To the police station.

The woman stopped near the police station and for a few short minutes looked at the people inside. It was the police who found Thiago and brought him to her city, they introduced him to their ridiculous plan, and it was through them that Pérez got to Bernardo and almost burned him alive. The police had a part in it, perhaps they didn't even realize it themselves, but in Narin's eyes they were guilty and had to be punished accordingly. Vazquez will take care of that, in her own way.

"Lo siento Dios, pero tengo que hacer algo mal otra vez. (I'm sorry, God, but I have to do something bad again.)" She whispered, touching the necklace Mauricio had given her. "Eh, I think I'm going to burn in hell." She sighed, then took her gun and headed towards the precinct.

Narin took a confident step inside. At the very entrance she encountered two guards and a young woman sitting at the reception desk. The assassin sighed, then dropped her black bag to the ground and reloaded the rifle she had in her other hand.

"¡Buen día! (Good morning!)" She exclaimed cheerfully, smiling as she did so, and a second later she aimed her rifle at the first guard and killed him by shooting him in the head.