If you have the power to save the world, will you use it?
Stop joking around, I’m a Fugitive Hunter, not some benevolent charity organization. Everything I have done is for myself; since the moment I was born, it has always been for myself.
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Ring!!! Ring!!! In the middle of the night, in a dark alley, a man wearing all black took out the phone ringing in his pocket. Probably because it was pitched black, the man’s face, being illuminated by the eerie light of the phone, became unusually frightening. Looking at the phone coldly, he swiped his finger across the display and answered the call.
“Have you done your job?” he asked.
“Yes, I have done everything you asked me to do. Return my daughter immediately!” From the other side of the call, came a frantic voice.
“Go to the nearest park, my man will bring her there.” But, it would only be her corpse. The man in black smirked and threw the phone against the wall. I guess I need a new phone now. He shrugged indifferently, as if the phone he had just smashed was not his.
He took out his gun and turned to face a girl who had been tied up. The girl seemed to be around the age of 17 or 18. Her eyes widened and tears of fear streamed down from her cheeks as she saw the gun.
“Sweet dreams.” He smiled lovingly and pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated the girl’s temple and blood gushed out from the opening. Stepping over the body, the man walked out of the alley unhurriedly. My man will come and clean up the body, and for the girl’s father…well, it is not uncommon for a middle-aged man to have a heart attack right? His smile widened as his figure melted into the dark night.
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The next day, a shocking news is being broadcast as the headline of every news channel:
Dr. Stan died of heart attack yesterday at the age of 52 with his daughter nowhere to be found.