Noel stood still as the muzzle of the gun was aimed right at his temple. The culprit was none other than Rudolf's remaining men, who had chased Noel from the basement. Predictably, the man was quite familiar with the building. It was evident that he could now find Noel's escape route with ease.
Out of ammunition, the fake Rabbit Killers had carelessly let go of their target. And now, he was the target of the hunt.
Swallowing harsh saliva, Noel glanced around through the corner of his eyes. There was nowhere to go, he was trapped. Bullets were ready to perforate his head anytime he moved. Resigned, Noel closed his eyes as the trigger was pulled.
DOR
The gun spewed bullets, but Noel felt nothing but a loud shot followed by a bruk.
Opening his eyes, Noel found the gunman lying at his feet. A bullet hole was clearly marked on the back of his head, oozing fresh blood. Noel shuddered in horror, this was the first time he had seen someone shot dead in front of his eyes.
Noel faintly caught the sound of footsteps. He looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a man in a worn black suit re-holstering his gun as he walked over to Noel who was still in shock.
"I told you to wait because this mess is part of my problem," Walther said, his gaze never leaving Noel.
From behind Walther, two men in black suits, with large builds, approached. "Mr. Zwick, several of Malevsky's men in the basement have been found lifeless," one of them reported.
"What about Malevsky?" Walther asked without taking his eyes off Noel.
"Escaped."
Walther nodded. "Let's take care of the rest!"
"Okay." The two men nodded obediently and left immediately.
After they left, Walther again eroded the distance between himself and Noel. "I guess I should thank Killer Rabbit, since he helped me clean up some of the mess tonight."
Looking away was what Noel did when he heard the word 'thank you' being uttered carefree by the man in front of him. Who would help these assholes? In fact, Noel had been forced by Nate to fight them from the start.
Now, after his strength was drained, this man came to his aid and acted like Batman, it was sickening. Noel wanted to curse a thousand expletives at Walther. But he was too tired to even speak. Not to mention that the bullet wound on his arm was building up a sting of pain.
"Do you have something to say?" Walther asked as soon as his eyes caught the threatening glint in the blonde's. Shifting downward, his expression frowned slightly. Noel's left arm injury seemed to make Walther's expression a little worried.
Without saying anything, Walther immediately pulled Noel's body closer. Noel wanted to struggle, but he resisted as the man examined the wound on his arm more closely.
Without saying anything, Walther immediately pulled Noel's body closer. Noel wanted to struggle, but he couldn't as the man examined the wound on his arm more closely.
The gunshot wound on Noel's arm was bleeding again. Only the words 'come with me' were uttered, after which Walther pulled Noel into a nearby room.
Silence filled the atmosphere in the room. Silently, Noel watched as Walther took out a medicine box and placed it on a table not far from where he was sitting.
"Prisoner for a bit, this is going to hurt."
Noel bit his lower lip, closing his eyes against the pain as Walther pressed down on the wound with a clean cloth to stop the bleeding, then cleaned it with alcohol.
"Ugh!" Noel winced as Walther applied antibiotic ointment to the gaping wound. Once it was sufficient the man wrapped the bandage painstakingly.
"Done."
Noel took a quick look at his neatly bandaged arm, which Walther had done like a nurse in a hospital. He had no idea that Walther Zwick was skilled in such things. For all Noel knew, the man could only torture. Just as Noel was about to touch the bandage on his arm, a hand caught his wrist.
"Don't hold it for a while, the wound is quite deep. It will open up again."
"I won't say thank you just because you saved me once." Noel, who had been silent, finally spoke up.
Walther smiled wryly. "Not now, someday who knows."
Someday, huh? Noel was about to laugh. However, his laughter was choked by some kind of feeling he didn't understand. His heart was beating slowly, his breathing was heavy. What was wrong with this calmness? Shouldn't he be panicking considering how dangerous this man was?
For a few seconds, Walther stared in the other direction before looking back at him.
They locked eyes, Noel's pair of blue irises showing anger, resentment and deep hurt. There was a swish that he did not understand flowing with the bloodstream. Breaking every vessel and creating a rumbling in the chest. Taking away the ability to display the emotions he felt.
Noel could only hold his breath as Walther's breath swept across his face. His body froze under the gaze of those sapphire eyes. Walther leaned down, about to kiss him until the action was interrupted by a knock on the door. A rough chuckle escaped before Walther pulled his face away.
"Come in!"
"Mr. Zwick. Detective Peter Leger would like to see you," reported a man on the other side of the door, silently waiting for his superior's response.
"Alright, I'll be right there." Walther grunted lightly and ordered a bodyguard inside. "You, take care of him! Don't let him escape." he ordered, and then walked out of the room leaving Noel panicking that he was about to be arrested again.
As soon as he saw the door about to close, Noel quickly took a step, but his movement was not fast enough. The door was already closed by the bodyguard from outside.
Noel banged on the door and shouted, "OPEN THE DOOR, YOU CAN'T KEEP ME IN HERE!"
From outside, Walther heard Noel's shouting and gave the brown-painted door a quick glance, then continued on his way.
"Have you been waiting long?" asked Walther as he reached a meeting room.
Peter Leger looked up, the man stood up and gave a characteristic smile. "Not really, you seem busy," Peter Leger commented as he shoved his cell phone into his pants pocket.
"Yes, there was a slight problem, but it's all been taken care of."
"I'm relieved to hear that. Can we talk?"
"Sure."
As they turned around, a sound of breaking glass could be heard from outside the building followed by someone jumping out from the third floor down.
"That's dangerous!" came the cry from Peter Leger's mouth. Just as he was about to give chase, the person had already fled from his vision, and Walther's.
Walther, who knew who had jumped out of the glass window on the third floor of the building, could only stand still with his fingers clenched into a fist. His expression was that of a hunter who had lost his quarry.
*
Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain
Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain
The dark days are gone
And the bright days are here
My Sunny one shines so sincere
Sunny one so true, I love you
The beat of the music accompanied the solitude of a middle-aged man on his way home. Glancing at the polaroid featuring the figures of himself and a woman with a little girl on the dashboard of the car, the middle-aged man smiled.
In the distance, his attention caught a shadowy silhouette. He honked his horn, but the shadow never moved out of the way.
Paying closer attention, the shadow in the middle of the road formed the figure of a man. The driver pressed the horn again. It was useless, the man did not move away.
Relenting, the driver chose to move aside to avoid. At the same time, the man blocked his way.
Surprised, the driver hit the brakes suddenly. He opened the windshield to warn the man, but ended up at gunpoint.
"Take me to Urbandale Lord Halifax Place," he said briefly, then opened the back door and sat himself there.
The driver was speechless. With trembling hands, he turned the taxi car back to the requested place.
Along the way, the driver silently watched the man. Putting aside the appearance of the passenger who looked like someone who had been robbed, it could be that this man had just finished killing someone, even if that was the case. The man was no longer pointing the muzzle of his pistol enough to make the middle-aged man calm down a little, but shuddered every time the passenger stroked his gun.
"Old man, stop watching me!" the passenger scolded.
"S-sorry..." The driver timidly replied. In his heart, he continued to pray that he could still return home alive to meet his wife and children who were waiting for him at home.
The man rolled his eyes lazily. In order to get rid of boredom, he opened a megasin with a capacity of 15 bullets. With the remaining 4 bullets, he reinserted them. Just then, the taxi he was riding in stopped.
"Why did it stop?" he asked the driver, who could see the middle-aged man's body jump in surprise as he fused the megasin with the SIG P226 pistol in hand.
"It's here, sir." Trembling could not be cured from the driver's tone of voice, and neither could his body.
"O-oh ..." The man responded, looking out the window, he saw a high-rise building. He didn't wait long to get out. According to the taxi door and left after putting down a few dollar bills. "Just get the change," he said, hiding the gun in his pants pocket.
The driver was still there, silent, as if digesting what he had just experienced tonight.
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