Hunting the sinner Part II
“You probably don’t want to lose a bullet to a person with a flak vest, do you?” I gaped, glaring at him when he unbuttoned his shirt for me to see the black vest inside. “Owen is really wise to make me wear this. He must have guessed that you’re going to kill me.”
“You…”
“But you’re quite cruel. I was not finished speaking but you interrupted me so suddenly.” He chuckled like he did not mind what I did but not long after, he glowered at me. He did not expect me to shoot again without listening to him because I knew the end would not be different even if I listened to a bastard rambling on and on.
He must die at all costs. That was my purpose for coming here!
“Didn’t time teach you to be more polite?”
“I don’t have to be polite with a murderer like you, you psychotic geezer!” I roared. My body was trembling with anger. “I’ll kill you this time, after all that you had hurt my people.”
“So scary! With those shaking hands, you won’t be able to aim at my head.”