❝I've loved you until death. But in the end I didn't die.❞
Hanni's world shatters when her husband is killed seven hours into their marriage.
Fueled by grief, she embarks on a relentless quest to avenge his death, unraveling a web of crime that lead...
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𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐏𝐎𝐕
Set. Aim. Fire.
Accelerate, accurate, and explosive. Like an orgasm.
I love shooting, I really do. Especially with my favorite shotgun given how destructive it is to my enemies. I lost count of how many skulls I busted and blood I gushed.
It's all I love in the world.
My enthusiasm. My passion.
I duck behind the wall as soon as my shot hits the damn bald guy, causing his skull to burst and crash onto a corpse on the floor. What an art headshot is.
Pools of dead bodies encase the floor. Sensing an extremely sluggish shot coming through behind me, I slightly deflected to the right. Just by aiming my beloved HK MP5 backward, I shot him. The sound of his head blowing up and his body collapsing graced my ears.
No challenges. No dares.
Too easy.
"Outside, clear. Seems like Haerin did a good job." Hyein's happy voice emanates through my single earpiece.
She's my most trusted sniper, my ace. Always observing everything attentively from the sky-view with her gangs to instruct me on how to kill and not be killed.
"Inside, clear. Did I do a good job too, Grace?" I proclaim. I step outside the already-blasted explosive building, the sun beams down on me.
What a beautiful day to finish the stupid Lupo.
Hyein snickers. "Cavolo. Things are just too good right now. Don't be too happy. Something wrong may coming."
The sound of the pulled-out trigger of a gun reaching right behind my head. I halt all movement in my body, briefly turning to the side to cast him a glance.
Oh. It's the stupid tall man with a gray half-masked wolf covering his upper face.
"So you're Russo's daughter."
Slowly but steadily, I turn myself around until my face is squarely in front of the gun.
"Kim Minji." I greet. Maybe having some friendly chat won't hurt, right?
He grimaces. I can see his fingers tighten around his gun's grip.
"Kim Minji. That's my name. Or you can call me baby, even sweeter." I curve my lips to the right, getting the most furious gagging noises out of him.
He must be pissed, knowing that I just leveled his buildings and people and going to burn everything up soon. It's not Minji if I don't throw silver ST Dupont lighter to end missions.
"Fuck. You know how to get on my nerves. Exploding your head will be too easy." As expected, I got that response.
"Fine. I got you there." I pull both of my hands up, letting my favorite HK MP5 reach the ground. All defenseless and surrendering.
