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"Three!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I let the bullets fly towards the psychopath.
Left shoulder first, he drops his gun.
Right thigh second, he starts to fall.
The back of his head last, his skull breaks open.
He lays on the ground in his own pool of blood. Dead.
"If y'all don't hurry up I'm leaving!"
I look up to see Hacker Lee piloting the helicopter, still in mid air hovering over us. I hurry over to Junhui, grab his hand and pull him towards the ladder. "Go! Hurry!"
His shocked face could not stop looking back at the dead body but as his eyes land on me they begin to soften. He nods once and starts climbing.
Bullseye follows next. Then me.
Once we were all in I pulled the ladder back up and we were away.
"You okay?" I turn around on my seat beside Hacker Lee and look back at Junhui sitting right behind me.
He doesn't look up from his hands and shrugs. "I don't know." It was understandable that he was in shock. This was probably the first time he's been exposed to the real action his parents go through every so often.
"Hey," I put a hand on his knee, "it's okay. You're safe now."
He looks up at me now, "that's not what I'm worried about. He's dead."
My brother and I look at each other, surprised.
"He was going to hurt you young master," Bullseye says.
Junhui snaps his neck towards him, "Choi Seungcheol, how- why- uhm- what?"
My brother laughs, "yeah, same."
"Do you recognise me at all young master?" Hacker Lee quickly glances back at Junhui who's eyes widen.
"Lee Jihoon?! You too?!"
Hacker Lee grins, "long time to see class prez."
Him? Junhui? Class president? No way.
"You never talked in class, like ever." Junhui states. "You talked to your buddy's Soonyoung and Seungkwan but still, you've never uttered a word to me the whole time you and I went to high school together. And at the end of the last school year you ditched school quite a bit didn't you?"
Huh, this boy was high school mates with everyone, I swear.
"Now you know why young master," Hacker Lee was now landing the helicopter on the rooftop of the Moon clan's base.
It was an apartment building that was 12 stories high. The first 7 floors being normal apartments where normal people lived and the top 5 being the clan's. The clan also owned the basement floor where we kept some storage of weapons and where Master Wei held his secret meetings with his 'business partners.'
"Seungcheol what happened to going to Hanguke's Performing Art's School?" Junhui asks as we hop out of the helicopter and towards the stairs that led down to the clan's top floor, aka the weapon's making floor.
"Well, our parents couldn't afford it anymore. Pretty much all our money got wasted to make my so called dream happen." My brother will never stop feeling guilty for thinking that way. But I, on the other hand, felt bad for him. He will never be able to live the life of an actor, just like he wanted. "It's okay now I guess. Working for you parents is good money."
