Not my Husband

Mission

The pet's small cage was carried by him, containing two small white rabbits. Walking through several shops, the goal is to buy snacks, for himself, Hikaru and Sazi later.

A relatively quiet path passed through him, stepping slowly. As if unaware, his steps were followed by someone.

His body had been shot from the top of a skyscraper. Waiting for Rion to walk towards the place that few people passed by. Long-distance binoculars used for the night can be seen being used from the top of the building.

Move in groups, to eliminate high-value targets. Overcome the failure rate, even the smallest.

Moving neatly, without the police knowing? That's their goal, shoot, carry bodies, clean up the rest of the blood. Until, showing the bodies of his victims to clients. It ends with cremation with no trace of the body.

Truly a professional hit man. This depends on the financial ability of the client. Wanting with the body still left, then the pay is lower, by just shooting, engineering an accident, or poisoning.

This time the traffic light crossed the hack to make Rion stand there longer. Avoiding the man walking across a more crowded street.

Rion who then moved back, headed for the furniture store. What is the purpose, buy household furniture brand Olimpic? Is there a brand in Spain?

Walking back to the crowded food stall with the buyer, gulping down his saliva, staring at the action of the cook who was so professional, showing his attractiveness. A young man who looks hungry is like a homeless man who has not eaten. Without ordering food, just buy drinks at the roadside beverage machine. Who would have thought this person was a prominent businessman.

Maybe his euro money is up to buy a rabbit? Or are you fooled by online investing? The young man who just sat there.

The assassins who hit his forehead were annoyed. Truly a shitty target, hoping that the young man would soon return to his motorbike parked in a deserted place.

Until the cooking attraction ended, Rion again rose to move towards the parked motorbike. Some of the assassins who had waited for several tens of minutes, smoking and drinking mineral water, were excited again.

The target was again targeted by snipers, the person in charge of moving bodies and cleaning up the rest of the execution site was also prepared.

This is the moment they are waiting for, after this cocktail party, playing gambling in the casino, all the pleasures of life have been imagined. Dor, shoot, and clean up...

But wishful thinking, the group of street musicians made the young man's steps back to a halt.

"Fucking musicians!!" as the sniper said, whose hands began to ache to aim.

"Patience.remember how much money will go into our accounts," a killer who was holding binoculars long distance, looks more patient.

Until the group of street musicians with dozens of spectators was about to disperse. The hitmen got back excited, put up their positions and equipment fine.

"You guys are great!! I asked for a few more covers." Pinta Rion gave me some euros.

Suddenly an assassin wielding binoculars snatched a long-barreled weapon from the sniper. Targeting street musicians."Goddamn bum!! Let them die!!" he was the one who advised me to be patient.

The sniper stopped him."Patience!! Patience is gold." The true words of pearl are satire.

Aluna music is heard, Rion put down his rabbit. Recorded using his camera phone. The young man who was smiling enjoyed the song.

IQ's 193? It might be useful at a time like this. Rion had already noticed himself being followed, glancing silently at some of the glass shadows of the storefront. Increasingly confident again, he will be killed by a professional group when going to cross the road.

Traffic light that is not on time? That's what convinced all of his suspicions. Some people were plain-clothed, but only passed by around him.

The young man who only smiled, looked for a place with the densest crowd. Avoiding toxins by not eating at roadside restaurants. Really pretty observant young man.

A smiling young man, like recording a roadside musician. Actually installing the front camera phoncellnya, not the rear camera, find out what weapons will be used to kill him. Observing the state of the people standing behind him, following him.

Until the dazzling rays of the optical lens are visible. There's a sniper in one of the tallest buildings. The young man who was trying to smile grasped his phoncell with trembling hands. Truly a professional assassin, how did he escape? That's what's on his mind right now.

The young man who started recording, with the front camera mode. Highlight the reflected light from the optical lens, then highlight towards the bottom of the building. A building with a closed shop at the bottom. The nameplate of the clothing store 'Aries' is what is highlighted.

Sending footage from his phoncell camera, to Hikaru, showed the location of the sniper to his assistant. The fear? Of course, delaying the time of his death, that was all he could do right now. Find a place with a crowd. Not making any strange moves, so that no contract killer is suspicious.

His eyes looked around, he only got a chance once to extend the performance time of this street musician, so as not to arouse suspicion.

A few tens of minutes passed...

Already impatient, the sniper gave instructions to forcefully drag Rion to a deserted place, using earphones attached to his ears. Execute quickly.

Some people eventually approached him, forcibly pulling Rion on his way to one of the crowd centers. Taking him to a deserted alley with a car that was ready there, would bring his body later.

One of them carried a dagger about to finish from a close distance. The sniper chewing his gum was still on top of the building, shooting from a distance.

"Adios (goodbye), good luck in hell." said the smiling sniper, along with a colleague holding binoculars from the tallest building in the area.

Until their clothes' collars are pulled from behind."What are you guys doing?" asked from someone whose voice was like they knew, the two young men looked back.

"Hikaru.." they said simultaneously.

"We have a different employer, my employer the one you want to kill" he said with a disappearing smile.

"You said you'd stop killing. Don't kill us" the sniper looked terrified.

"But I can still throw you out of this building. Between a lifetime of disability or death on the spot" he said pulling the collar off their clothes.

Fighting with Hikaru? Who would dare? Results will remain the same, injury for life or death.

"I want to live!! I'll do anything." said the young man who stiffened the long-range binoculars.

"Good, shoot the hands and feet of your friends who want to kill my master at close range. Give them instructions, so as not to spread information about Rion's whereabouts to the other members of the assassin group. Otherwise, it wasn't me, but Belinda and Andres who would bury your corpses.." words with a cold aura pierced from him.

They began to move, staring at the pile of money that was about to vanish. It was no longer aiming for Rion, but their comrades who would execute Rion from close range.

***

While Rion clenched his forehead shouting was also useless. That roadside alley was completely deserted. Is this the end of his life?

"Fucking hikaru!!" he said, he should have sent the recording to the police alone, to make it faster. But after stalling even the assistant br*ngsek also did not seem to save him.

Until he finally made his decision. Imagining, breaking away quickly, taking out a trash can from iron, hitting the person holding the knife, then fleeing to the crowd quickly while shouting for help. Maybe there will be a stab wound on his body. But just hope it won't hit the vital organs, so as not to die. That was his imagination to survive.

His hands clenched, emboldened, embarking on a plan in his imagination. Move quickly, picking up a trash can the size of a small drum.

Dor. dor...

His pale white face was splashed with bloodstains, people around him collapsed with gunshot wounds to their feet and hands and shoulders.

Rion stared at the skyscraper where the sniper was. Thumbs up to Hikaru.

While Hikaru who was looking from the long distance binoculars only smiled.

"Sorry, he's in Hikaru's protection. I'm shooting you, so we don't all die here." the instruction the sniper gave his comrades who had gunshot wounds to his hands and feet. Dropped limp, staring at the former chairman, one of the largest groups of hitmen.

The leader who decided to stop and disappear for years without cause.

***

And elsewhere...

The family painting that Rion had hidden in this two-year-old warehouse, was tightly embraced by him. The crying woman shed her tears."He's not my husband. I don't have anyone." he sobbed.

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