"It's inevitable; killers feel pleasure and thrill seeing the blood of others."

"It's ironic; killers feel misery and pain if blood belongs to their loved ones."

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Bang! Bang!!

Clang!!!

A gunshot sound mixed with metal clanging, effecting all the other sounds around,

Chaotic footsteps slided on the ground, a flickered flashed, and a blade collided with the incoming bullets.

"Huff, huff,"

Taking deep breaths, trying to stabilize his stamina, feeling the adrenaline rush through his body, a feeling he only felt when killing those renowned.

But today the situation is around; he is being hunted.

A young bloody figure moved swiftly amidst the rain of bullets, raising dual short knives in his hand, slashing through the weakness of all of them.

Neck, joint, arteries, veins, eyes, temple—any weakness is opportunity in his eyes, aiming at those weaknesses while galloping through the pack of hunters. 

"Please stop," A destructive yet familiar voice sounded in the young man's ears, passing through his canal and reaching his brain, bursting his neuron. 

Instantly a ripple appeared in his flawless art; that ripple became his weakness.

Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!

"Ummph, arghhhhh," Painful grunting spread through the hall. The young man slid on the bloody ground with a knee, looking at his riddled body with bloody holes. 

He took a deep breath, suppressed his pain, raised his head, glanced at the source of sound,

"Leave her alone; you are here to hunt me; you can do that, but now you are violating the code of killer; don't touch any killer family." The young man spoke sonorously; blood rushed through his brain; his eyes turned red and bloody looking at a man aiming at his weakness.

"Ha ha ha, It seems you forgot I am not a killer; I am a hunter. Why should I follow the killer code? Now be obedient and die." The man laughed and spoke mockingly, looking at him while tightening the gun in his hand, which he was aiming at the female head beside him as a threat.

"I am ready to die, but if anything happens to her, I will come for you; even if I have to return from hell, I will come again in order to take your life with my own hands. Keep this in mind." The young man spoke with a hoarse voice, gazed at him mercilessly, 

"Ooh, I am scared." Instantly the man on stage acted scared, raising his hands while his body was trembling, then he smiled playful and added, "Don't worry, she is so beautiful; I will bury her corpse alongside you after using her."

"Cough!!! Damn, you bastard," the young man coughed a blood clot from his mouth. Feeling the last pulse of adrenaline in his body, he moved, rolled, and slashed the few people standing in front of him. 

Then progressed toward the main target on stage in order to shred him to pieces at all costs.

Bang!!!

Next moment, a bullet pierced through the young man's forehead; his figure slipped and fell on the ground; the knives slipped from his hand, scattered on the floor around him. 

While the female, who was looking at him with tearful expression, ran toward his direction and cried, "Neil, please no."

Bang!!!

Instantly, a bullet sound spread and blood spurted out from the back side of her skull, and then her corpse fell beside the young man, feeling her breath fade away. A relieved expression shrouded her face.

Spit!!!

"This guy is an idiot; how can he believe that, I will be interested in his wife? Is he an idiot?" The man spitted on the ground and spoke mockingly. 

While looking at the young man's corpse as if watching an idiot,

The remaining personnel in the hall fell silent, looking at the corpse of a young man. Then they turned and glanced at their companions dead bodies lying in the hall.

"Boss, he killed seventy-six of us; if we didn't set a trap and ambushed him, and if he didn't believe your threat, then maybe this operation would not be successful." 

Instantly one of those personal reminders, looking at their boss standing beside the Neil corpse,

Bang!!!

Instantly, a bullet pierced through his forehead, and another corpse fell to the ground with a confused expression on his face. He couldn't understand why his boss shot him just now.

While other people didn't even flinch or blink, they didn't care if their boss shot any one of them; they were alive in order to fulfill the purpose of the man in front of them.

"Now it's seventy-seven." The boss spoke calmly, staring at the dead body of his subject, who just spoke. 

"How can you praise my enemy in front of me? I know better than you." He spoke and then pointed at the corpse of the Neil and said, 

"This guy is the world's first and only legendary killer. If I didn't ambushed him, set a trap in advance, or threatened him with his weakness, then he will kill me and everyone here in no time."

He spoke in anger and kicked the bloody corpse of Neil, turning it around. Looking at the bloody hole on his forehead, a quirky and satisfied smile appeared on his face. 

He then stretched his arm brazenly, as if feeling a breeze after achieving the highest achievement in his life, and then he glanced at the cameras in the hall with a crazy smile on his face and announced, 

"Today I became the number one hunter in the whole world; let the world witness my feat; I hunted a world-first legendary killer, a feat that no hunter could achieve."

Clap!!!

"Eha ha ha ha," "Ha ha ha ha," Amidst the clapping sound, soronous laughter spread through the bloody hall.

Instantly, the subjects around him started clapping hardly as if congratulating him with all their might.

On the other hand, 

Whole worlds hidden powers, warlords, mafias, even those anonymous enities were shocked, seeing the live footage of Neil's death. 

No one expected they would see the end of the world's first legendary killer in such a way, but no one knew this was just the beginning.

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