That idiot from the restaurant
I didn't really know him from the beginning but he was wearing the same black clothes
The person who gave me that damned piece of paper... that bastard who I thought gave me money because he's a good man and such, but he gave me an empty envelope with a piece of paper on it that says "He's coming." ?! Does he think himself mysterious with the stupidity he did to me?
He cheated on me first and now he spoiled my meal and otherwise scared me and made me late for my home? Why do I gather misfortunes like this?
Maybe I should teach him a lesson.. a lesson he will not forget for the rest of his damned life. I will teach him who is strong here and how dare he spoil my food that I made so hard and so tired for a long time.
I have to beat him a little bit to use taekwondo moves on him
I will show him what the coach taught me, the missile strike and the thunderbolt, smack smack
" With his determination and strong will, he wins." I said that sentence suddenly, then I started running towards this man very, very quickly, and I was preparing my punch so that it would be strong enough to break this old man's jaw .. Looks like I'm really a masochist
But as I run towards him, this man suddenly seems to meet our eyes with each other, suddenly unintentionally, which seems to be that this man must have gathered all his caution when he saw me rushing so quickly
Run..run. "Either now or not." I told myself that, and then I increased my speed. My light clothes (spring clothes) helped me a lot in increasing my speed, as there is no great resistance. While I move like a bird soaring in the sky
But before I get to this man who has just come down the stairs and he is checking his light jacket and puts his hand inside the jacket while I am faster the distance between us at the beginning was about half a kilometer Yes, half a kilometer. I ran a lot from the start because the shape of the plane was big, not like any ordinary helicopter
While I was running, that man took his hand out of his light black coat, but it did not come out empty, as I had expected from the beginning. Rather, a slightly unexpected shape came out of his hand.
He took out a long, slightly brown pistol from the front, with a brown handle. This man grabbed the pistol, then pointed towards me as if he wanted to specify which part he would shoot.
I automatically stopped my movements suddenly and started slowing him down so he wouldn't know I was coming to attack him. .. What would you do if someone pointed a gun at you? are you going to run If you run in an open place like the one I am standing in, you will be killed easily .. The best thing is to express your surrender and then talk to the gun holder like I am doing now, and then you can easily steal his gun.. Well, you learn from me.
But as the saying goes, the winds do not blow as the ships desire
That man suddenly put his finger on the trigger, then a bullet came out of the gun, flying at a very high speed.
"Did that man really shoot me?" I thought immediately after hearing the sound of the shot, then I went to feel my body, did anything happen to it or not..
Under the light of the dim white lamp in the garden, which barely illuminates the path with difficulty
I started to move my hand on my chest, but the really scary thing was when I looked at her after I raised her a little .. My hand was completely dipped in a large cup of blood .. This made me feel a little afraid, then I said involuntarily " Ahhh ahhhhh " I said it out loud as I put my hand on my heart..the bullet was directly in the heart. I don't know if it was a stroke of luck or if this man is an expert in doing such things..an expert who looks like me
But what is this.. Really what is this? Oh? Shouldn't I trade blows with him or something? Shouldn't we share a few kicks and whacks here and there and then finally get this damned gun out? After a long struggle with this guy and the like
"I'm bleeding." I said that when my body was gradually falling downwards I don't think my blood is still moving in my veins it seems to start to stop gradually with time it seems like I'm dying... I die in a damn dishonest way at all
My body began to fall all over the ground. Now my body has become as if it was taken from the grass on the ground as a bed until it dies in it
"Well, I just hope my death isn't too painful," I said as I looked around here and there
But I'm starting to feel a different feeling now.. as if a part of the land area has been clipped and made hidden
Wait, is that insulator? I started to feel some magical vibrations when I thought there was an insulator here
But now some things are becoming clearer... the damned isolator is the reason for all this... the reason why the park ranger is unaware of all that is going on here. .. Someone is making a helicopter landing here but no response to that though
But if there was a buffer here, wouldn't that mean that this old man was actually a man who was very expert in magic? Because making an insulator in that large area, whose radius may be half a kilometer? Now I feel a little bit of dignity since the one who killed me is actually an expert in these matters