9 Jacob_Chapter#9( It's Jacob's turn)

Again firing all around. The sound of glass smashing , the sound of bullet shells falling down on the floor, the sound of men falling down by bullets, hitting them. But this time, it was Jacob's turn.

He along with his men, attacked back the attacking men, who were there to kill him.

There were about 30 to 40 Jacob's men walking along a straight line, with the Jacob, leading them at the front. They were heavily weaponed by the specialized guns in their hands. They were firing all together on the other men looking like a whole army saving the country. They were picking up the feet and bringing back to the land at the same time like a trained squad. It was Jacob's special squad.

"Aaaaaa," the sound of men killed by the bullets. Jacob Sartorius attacked them suddenly, killed all of them in a moment having no mercy, all the people were killed so quickly that they couldn't even say "good bye" to each other. But one man was left behind, their Captain.

"Who are you?"asked Jacob. "Don't you know me?"he added a counter question. "No, I don't," replied Jacob. "I am Simon Hen," he said, "the son of Hen Leacock," he added. "Don't you even remember now?"he asked again.

Jacob was still quiet and calm.

"You, bloody murderer killed my mom and dad," he said angrily in a loud voice. The tears of sorrow fell down from his eyes.

"Shut your mouth up," said one of Jacob's men, "or I will close it permanently," he pointed gun at Simon's head." "No," ordered Jacob to his man.

"Yes, I killed your family, and I am sorry for that, but your father betrayed me and you know I hate perfidy," said Jacob to the Simon.

"No, he never betrayed you, he just wanted to get rid of his criminal activities and wanted to live a simple life," Simon offended. "But it is called perfidy in our occupation," replied Jacob.

"No,it is not. You just need excuses to kill people. You killed my family just because of your ego. How can you destroy a smiling family. My family or any other family. You are a monster. You are completely a monster," he was weeping bitterly with tears falling down from his face.

"Was he monster?"he thought, when he was alone. "How many people would be crying like Simon just because of him," he thought. "Am I a monster?" he asked himself.

"But it is my occupation," he thought. People always used such words to call him but he never care about that. At least, he was the biggest criminal of the world and these words had become common for him.