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‘Well, I don’t think I have to get myself involved’ –Mason had definitely thought as much, but when he heard the threatening click of the safety guard being turned off the gun held by the burglar fellow, he’d bolted unconsciously.
‘What the hell am I doing? Why does Noah so often have to experience such life-threatening situations? Why? Why is that so. How dangerous is his life for incidents like this to happen even around me?’ –Mason ran like the wind, thinking, and even before the robbers could react ‘wha–’, he was kicking the wrist of the guy holding the gun.
“Who are you, son of a bitch?”
The bastard holding the gun shouted. Mason quickly caught the gun that flew out of his hands and struck the head of the guy, standing closest to Noah.
Click. Hearing the sound of the gun being loaded the robbers, who were preparing to attack Mason, hesitated.
“… -Haley?”
Noah, who was standing in their midst, looked at him, slightly astonished and Mason, instead of looking at him, turned around and slowly scanned the area. There were three men. All three were young and healthy Hispanics, but the guy biting his lips because his wrist got kicked, was fat, and the guy, who had his hands up in front of the gun, was a little skinny. Amongst them, the tallest and scariest looking guy asked frowning, “what are you?” and looked ready to throw his fist anytime soon.
Mason tried to pant inconspicuously and frowned. Poor Haley's body was already panting only after a short run, even in this situation.
“Hey, don’t you guys think I should be the one asking questions? Fuck, how dare burglars ask for my identity?”
“What, you son of a bitch?”
“Are you guys close?”
Mason suddenly asked. And the guys looked at him like ‘what is this fucker talking about?’ So he kindly explained the situation.
“Do you want me to kill this bastard?”
Mason asked while unpleasantly tapping the skinny guy’s head with the gun. They shared a signal, and the tallest guy chuckled as if he was dumbfounded.
“What’s he saying…”
“Hey, you’re Haley Lusk, right? Fuck, how can a whore dare to meddle when us, oppas, are talking? Bullshit, hugh!”
Mason raised the hand holding the gun and struck from behind the head of the skinny guy who was blabbering. Bam! With a loud sound, the guy fell on his knees and stopped breathing, and Mason properly pointed at his head again and asked coldly, “What?” He grabbed the hair of the guy who had collapsed and ‘Ugh’, made him raise his head. The other guys began to turn an angry red.
“Fuck, you can’t even shoot, bitch…. You watched something somewhere and dare to bullshit us now?”
“Do you want to test whether I can shoot or not?
Mason’s grin was driving them mad. The tall guy hesitated for a second and mockingly said.
“Look at this? ….Hey, are you trying to pretend right now? Because that’s an empty gun you’re holding, you know?”
The tall guy tried to convince him that the gun was not loaded, and Mason looked at them with mock astonishment.
“Really? Then can I shoot?”
Mason pretended to pull the trigger at the skinny guy’s head, and the other guys looked startled. Mason smiled and slightly rolled his eyes and ‘Bang!’ shot the gun. Not at the skinny guy’s head.
“Hee, heeek….”
What got pierced was the fat guy’s sleeve that was trying to sneak a knife out of his pocket. The fat guy, who tried to hold Noah as a hostage, grabbed at his wrist that was burned by gunpowder and collapsed on the floor. The knife dropped from his hand and rolled over on the ground, and before the tall guy could grab it, the gun went off once again and shot the knife away. The loading and shooting happened, all at once.
Bang! At the same time when the gun was fired, the handle of the knife spun and it went flying.
“Oh no. You said there were no bullets in this?”
Mason said composedly and laughed. He obviously knew there were bullets in the gun as soon as he’d held it. A gun with and without bullets weighed differently.
“Wha, what are you?”
Mason glanced at Noah, who was looking back at him with a strange expression. ‘He doesn’t look hurt…’ while Mason was assessing him, Noah’s nice forehead crumpled a bit. ‘Uh oh,’ just when he was thinking, Mason heard a gun click from down below.
“……”
Mason looked down at the skinny guy, who had been kneeling and was now pointing a gun at him. Turns out, the bastard was hiding a gun too.
What a relief. Mason truly believed it was a relief that the skinny guy was pointing the gun at Mason instead of Noah. Because if he’d pointed his gun at Noah, gambling or talking, no matter what, Mason would’ve thrown his gun away and held up both of his hands.
“Drop your gun, you slut.”
The guy shouted with arrogance, and Mason laughed bitterly. He showily slowly loaded the gun that was aiming on the guy's head. Mason didn’t care if the guy shot at his stomach or not; he pushed the gun closer to him and bent down to get even with his height. There was a smile on his lips.
“-Hey,” Mason called him.
“Wha, what? I’m, I’m gonna shoot?”
The skinny guy frowned, and Mason looked directly into his eyes and asked in a whisper.
“You, never have killed a person, right?”
Mason questioned with his eyes smiling and the guy closed his mouth, without answering. Mason continued.
“I’ve killed before. –Quite a lot.”
Mason noticed the robber’s pupils getting bigger. Mason saw his own brutal expression, clearly reflected on them. Mason slightly raised himself up and coldly stared at him from a distance. He noticed that the guy’s frozen body was shivering. He couldn’t even open his mouth and continued to tremble. The tall guy chuckled, unbelieving.
“Ha-, haha-..? What is this son of a bitch saying? Are you saying you killed some people in the dramas?”
The tall guy, who had taken out his knife too, held it ready, to swing towards Mason. Mason stared at him, smiling slightly.
“Pell, stop it!”
The skinny guy screamed at him, and the tall guy hesitated. But Mason’s trigger didn’t stop.
Bang!! A loud shot rang through the street again.
“….-This, cra, crazy-,”
Clang, -the tall guy dropped the knife he was holding and hesitantly stepped back.
“Heeek, heek-“
Mason looked down at the skinny guy, who was trembling and cowering, with both of his hands over his head. Some of the burn marks, still remained on his temple. Mason nodded to the fat guy who was still sitting down on the ground, just watching the scene, wide-eyed.
“Take them away.”
Mason said coldly. The fat guy took hold of the skinny guy who’d slightly wetted his pants and the tall guy and ran away to an alley in the next street. Mason watched them until they disappeared completely and turned around to Noah. Unlike a man who had been in the middle of a life or death situation, Noah was staring at Mason with a quiet and calm expression.
Mason handed over the gun to him.
“Don’t you think it’s not safe for you to be walking around alone in this neighborhood? The seemingly expensive watch, shoes, suit and all.” Noah blinked at Mason’s remarks and smirked.
“Of course, a little. But don’t you think you interfered in a pointless situation?”
Noah glanced behind him, and Mason looked over his back. There were men wearing black suits, ready to pop out from everywhere.
“Because of your shooting, my bodyguards are all pretty riled up.”
He wasn’t lying, all the tensed up bros were looking at him with scary faces.
“…….I’m sor…”
Mason slightly bowed his head from afar towards the men, who looked pretty tense. He hadn’t thought of him being nosy, but what if, he wondered. What if…. Come to think of it, Noah probably wouldn’t come to this kind of a place by himself and no matter how crazy those robbers were if they valued their lives, they would’ve just taken some money and not try to shoot or kill Noah. So he couldn’t understand why he’d rushed over and butt in. What was he, a justice apostle…?
Noah was scanning a sheepish-looking Mason and paused for a second when he stared at Mason’s wet neck and said.
“Well, I did have some business with you…”
Business? Noah, with me? Mason blinked and was about to ask what kind of business when he heard a voice cursing from behind, “Fuck, what’s going on-“
Mason turned around and about a dozens meters, standing away from him were director Vick, looking as if he was going crazy and an ashen-faced Melisa, who was biting her lips.
“Fuck, oh my gosh, God. How can they do that-“
The director was panting as if he was going to faint any time soon.
“…..Director?”
Mason carefully called out to the gasping director who, instead of answering Mason looked at Melisa.
“Melisa.”
Melisa startled and looked at him. “No way, director, you-“ She stepped back hesitantly and the director asked.
“Didn’t you say you were going home?”
“Wha, what are you playing about?”
She looked at him as if ‘this son of a bitch is going crazy!’ She faltered and felt something different about Vick’s crazy-eyed expression.
Vick tapped on her faltering shoulders and said.
“Yes, if you want to go home, then you go home. Of course.”
He didn’t need to stop someone who will not be related to the movie anymore. Vick waved his hands saying, “Get home safely. Move, quick.”
“What….! Director, are you crazy!?”
She screamed. Director Vick wasn’t listening to her, he insincerely said, “Okay, okay, I got it. I’ll contact you later” and stomped off to Haley, who was just standing still.
“Director! Direc, … Hey!!!”
Melisa was screaming like a crazy bitch, but inside Vick’s ear, he could only hear a crescendo of angels’ trumpets.
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Melisa getting firedddddd ouch!
If you don't know what *oppa means, go to TERMS. I have all the word there.
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