Let's take a second to evaluate the situation. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. No, this is not 'Counting for dummies'. I am surrounded by twelve fuckers who want to kill and take my organs. Yep. Lucky me. Why I counted them? It's basic unwritten rule of street fighting. What the hell am I doing? I've got a gun. Stupid me. BANG. Dead. And the rest ran away. My ears are still hurting from the noise. I never got used to that, what a shame.
"Eric, where exactly is he?" I ask
"How should I fucking know. Just go into the fucking house. For fuck's sake do something how it is supposed to be done! Fuck!" He grumbles in response. That's why I prefer working alone but in this case I need Eric. The target is an owner of a big security firm, so he has a lot of alarms in his house. Why is he a target? Well, there was this customer, who paid us to do it, no explanation asked or given. And I don't really care. Judge me. Go ahead but you know nothing, actually you know less than Jon Snow.
"Danny, alarms and cameras are off. He is on the second floor. Be careful. Oh and he has monkeys." Eric might be pain in the ass but he's good at his job
"Got it." clear answer.
I open the front door. Two monkeys. We call the bodyguards that way. Here they go and BANG they're down. Stupid people. Don't attack girl, who's carrying a gun. I go upstairs to see my target in underwear, shaking and begging for mercy.
"There is no mercy for you" I say. He almost pissed himself.
"Don't hurt daddy" child's voice for sure. That's his little daughter.
"Run." I almost shouted.
She didn't move. I have no choice. The barrel of my gun is directed at the man. I pull the trigger... Blood splattered and his lifeless body fell. His little girl screamed cry. I will never forget her horrified face.
Yes, I am a monster...
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Perfect murder
ActionCommitting the perfect murder? And getting away with it? Here's the story of a professional WARNINGS: Language, violent and sexual content
