The heart Killers ( English translation)

*PROLOGUE*

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You've probably heard the saying that when an assassin kills, they usually don't blink. Hmm...

Well, that might be true. Ever since he started this profession, he's never blinked once while carrying out a job. Maybe it's because this work requires intense concentration, especially when the target-a bad one-can still move.

We don't just kill anyone. Assassins with bosses like ours are only ordered to kill the bad ones.

But what is black, what is white, what is good, and what is evil?

Sometimes he wanted to ask his mother -the adoptive mother who raised him, a person he deeply respected and his boss -as if to say, "Is this Shawwood Forest, or something? Or do you think you're Robin Hood, playing the hero, taking justice into your own hands, ridding the world of people labeled as evil?"

He'd thought about asking, but he'd never spoken it out loud.

And as he was thinking, every muscle in his right arm worked at full force, lifting smoothly as if he had done this a hundred or even a thousand times. His eyes, almost never blinking, narrowed halfway to lock in on the center.

Do not hesitate to pull the trigger. Shut down your pounding heart and tune out everything, even though your hands are sweating, sweat is beading on your temples, and the pleas for mercy pierce your ears, reverberating deep down somewhere in your body. Still, you must not hesitate or blink even for a moment.

Just look at everything in slow motion. Aim the muzzle of the silencer-fitted Glock 17 carefully at the target.

One shot... as precise as possible. It's a mercy for the dead and wraps up the job quickly.

"It's over."

He lowered the gun, blinking once to look at the lifeless body. Thick blood started to trickle, the familiar metallic scent filling his nose, yet it never became something he could truly get used to.

The once-living being lay still, muscles still twitching a bit, eyes wide open, refusing to close. He sighed, tilting his head up to look at the night sky, where stars sparkled beautifully, though he wasn't in the mood to admire them.

"Bison, what's wrong with you? You took forever to aim before you shot."

Bison glanced over at the one who asked -his assassin partner. They’d been working as a team for many years.

He shook his head slightly in response before speaking. The gun in his hand was put away as he spoke.

“Nothing. Just tired of this shitty life. When can we stop being assassins, Fadel? I don’t want to do this anymore.”

After stowing his gun, he took out a cigarette and lit it, using it to relax his body after the adrenaline rush. His partner, Fadel, who was the one their mother told him to see as an older brother, didn’t respond. He just focused intently on destroying evidence… That’s his job, anyway.

“Are you burnt out?”

“I don’t know. Just don’t want to do it anymore.”

“Mom isn’t going to let you quit that easily.”

“I know. Want a cigarette?”

“Sure, but let me finish here first.”

Bison took another drag, watching his older brother’s back as he handled his side of the work. No need to hover over Fadel; he knew Fadel would do everything well, as always. And besides, nitpicking wasn’t his style.

“Next time, let me handle the kill, then clean up. And if you’re burnt out, maybe see a therapist.”

But that nitpicky personality seemed to belong to Fadel. Handsome but always grim-faced, Fadel finished up with the body, wrapping it meticulously before hoisting it Into the back of an old car. In his black pants of fine fabric, he took long strides over and held out his hand for a cigarette.

“So you’ll tell the therapist, what, ‘I’m tired of killing people; I’ve killed so many already’? Like that?”

“Can you try saying something a little smarter?”

“Yes, sir. If I can’t open up to a therapist, I’m not going. Waste of time.”

Fadel glanced sharply at his younger brother. He wasn’t sure if it was because they had different fathers and mothers, but their personalities couldn’t have been more opposite. Bison liked to ramble, sometimes even chatting annoyingly before dealing with a target. Fadel, on the other hand, kept his words reserved. Talking, to him, was a waste of breath-a needless drain of energy.

“Are you leaving together?”

“Nope, my part is done. The rest is Yours.”

“So where are you going?”

“Anywhere my heart can rest.”

“Hmm…”

“You should take a break too, Fadel. Your Life doesn’t need to be this routine.”

Fadel didn’t flinch at the criticism. He Stood tall, taking another drag.

Bison finished his cigarette, then dropped it to the ground, stubbing it out with his shoe.

“I’m off, big bro.”

“Alright. See you back home.”

Taking that as permission, Bison turned and walked away with his dreams.

He dreamed of one day being free, of not Having to kill, of not needing to hide. Oh, and almost forgot-he wanted a lover and a cat. That was his dream.

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