43- Growing

His cellphone suddenly rang, and he saw Ramona had called, but he chose not to answer. He removed his glasses and returned his earrings, as well as fixing his hair and putting on a cap, and he looked like a bad boy once more. He grinned and glanced at the wristwatch he was wearing.

He had a target tonight, and he needed to knock it down by 12 a.m. at the victim's house, so he quickly pulled the car into the wide road. When he first killed an innocent life, his conscience hardly put him to sleep, until he got used to it. To him, human life is like a fruit — it falls when it is ripe.

He turned on the car stereo and let the lively music wash over him. When he heard Imagine Dragon, he smiled and felt slightly relieved to the songs.

He came to a halt when he saw two children scrambling for a piece of food outside an open fast food restaurant. He glanced at his watch for a moment, he still had time, and he immediately parked in front and waved at the two children, secretly sighed at their miserable appearance.

"Why?" polite inquiry of the child he believes is older.

"Why are you squabbling over a piece of fried chicken?" Even though he knew the answer, he had the right to ask, so he bowed. He shifted his gaze slightly, so that his gaze met the two children's.

A child immediately bites his lower lip and begins to cry. "W-we're starving... I apologize."

He simply smiled and ruffled the child's hair. "So you don't have to fight anymore. We'll eat inside. Wake up those with you, please." He cast a glance at the three children, who were clearly fainting from hunger, who were lying on the road.

The two's eyes immediately lit up, and they didn't ask any more questions. The two cheerfully awoke their companions and quickly they approached him

As they walked in, everyone turned to look at them. The other customer complained right away, but he ignored them. The main thing is to feed the growing stomachs of street children, even if the money he has comes from bad work





He felt no pity after killing the victim that night. He sighed briefly before turning away. He grinned foolishly and dashed for the car. As he pulled over, he gazed at the home for a time, as if nothing had happened.

He'll have to go through the orphanage tomorrow. Not to see the children, but to see the beauty that Sister Blessy possessed. He couldn't tell how it made him feel for the woman who serves God, assuming there is one. Because there is no God for him. That is a big lie that has been implanted in every human brain. He does, however, respect the beliefs of those around him.

When he observed the woman's beauty that morning, he smiled. It enjoyed playing with the children in the large yard and had a golden heart, as evidenced by her smile.

He fists were clenched. He isn't aware of it. He took a deep breath and returned his gaze to the woman he remembered as Blessy. He felt bad about it and knew it would become an impediment on his path one day.

So he decided to forget the weird emotion that had engulfed his heart that day. There is only one reason he is here in the world, and that is to kill for money.

Don Rokassowskij was introduced to him. The Billionaire Finnish. He wants him to guard his granddaughter Jaakkina Rokassowskij and gladly received it. He was fast to keep an eye on the girl. He is not bothered by it, thus he is still free to complete other tasks.

Months and years whizzed by. He let Jaakkina flee from him. He was one of the reasons that contributed it to flee the mansion. He let her go as far as she was capable of going. He let it run and handed over control to Don Rokassowskij.

Pity was not his style, yet he felt sympathy for the girl in his heart at the time. It was only a tiny child, and she was quite pale. Her body is slim, and her gestures are gentle. One of the reasons he allowed it to bloom was that it was still young. And if it's good to hide... good luck with the girl. But if he doesn't, all he can do is shoot it with the tip of his gun.

Zerus had also lost sight of the nun who had pestering his brain for several weeks. He wouldn't have forgotten if Ramona hadn't continually returned to him and threatened to kill whoever was the woman he was genuinely interested in.

If he is a demon, his sister is a demon's worst nightmare. It even kills a youngster, one of their squabbling siblings. She's a devil clothed in sheep. Its soul is too clogged, and there is no conscience left in the body.

He agreed to another deal. It will be spying on the Doctor, Hudson Herrence Hayes. He once ran into the young Doctor at a function. It's a little slick. He was able to say this since he once blew up the yacht he was on and survived.

He had no idea why his customer wanted to destroy it. He didn't have time to inquire about the situation. He places a high value on money.

When his private bodyguards, Abhaya and Jaakinna, appeared, he became even more delighted to play massacre with the young Doctor. He was relieved to learn that Don's Rokasowskijj granddaughter, who is totally different and willing to face the devil, had returned. So he told it to bloom like a rose and prepare for the greeting at the tip of his rifle. The woman did not disappoint him; instead, she reverted to a more difficult demeanor.

For example, while they were on a vacation and his coworker, Theon Willoughby, celebrated his birthday. He fired a warning shot at Dr. Hayes and had a lot of fun playing with its emotions. So he resolved that night to take its murder into his own hands. What the Doctor is seeking for is its very bodyguard Abhaya, who knows how to play with its heart and steal the truth.

That's right, he's the genius behind the deceptive information he's providing here. It's amusing to believe Hudson is brilliant at Cyber, but he outperformed it by playing its heart out with Abhaya. In any case, the heart has really no worth. As a result, it stands to reason that the heart is the best target of all.

He's providing false information to the woman he was looking for in Russia. His men follow the young Doctor to the airport. The finest thing that happened after Jaakkina murdered her comrades was that she followed Abhaya Sahada and Theon Willoughby to Mississippi. According to the order, he kidnapped the woman and carried her to New Orleans.

He grinned slightly as he remembered it. There was bloodshed, yet he did not kill his victim. When Fortocarrero questioned his strategy, he was shot in the shoulder. Reason for him to flee first, putting the Doctor's death aside.

So Zerus hid in the Philippines, but because the brain was involved in the conflict between them and Hayes, it tracked him out and they had an intense encounter. They faced off with their rifles drawn to see who would be the first to be scooped up by Satan.

But, because the devil clearly had no intention of charging his pawned soul, he got the part of his body exactly perfect. If he hadn't leapt the waterfall, his body would have been buried and infected with worms.

So he's currently in a cave, moaning in pain and his body was virtually numb.

Oh, fuck! Hayes, I'll kill you. Satan just sided with you, but the next time he will betray you.

"Son, don't move too much."

He could see the old man who had assisted him earlier through the enormous block of rock he was leaning against. He was old and had white hair, but he's still active ad healthy. He wore a knife around his waist and carried a bag with supplies he had asked.

"Y-you, Manong," he struggled to say. He received a shot to the side of his abdomen and right thigh, making it difficult for him to walk. The wound on his shoulder that Fortocarrero had given him was also bleeding.

"Son, Sister is with me. She knows how to treat since many people came to church to avoid being transferred to the hospital, which is identical to your scenario. Sister will assist you."

He nodded in response to what the old man stated. He didn't give a damn what this Sister or any other woman said. The bullets buried in his body portion will be removed by him.

The old man approached him and assisted him in sitting properly. When he found him on the grass and dying, it advised that he take him to the hospital, but he swiftly declined. By chance, his death would be hastened. And he thanked the old man for not insisting on it. Perhaps it understands his predicament. So the old man took him beside a cave and ran away to seek assistance. He could no longer refuse because it had already left, but he could order her to bring him a large towel and alcohol.

"Did you bring what I asked you to bring, old man?"

It quickly nodded and showed him what he had requested: cotton, clean towels, a small bowl, alcohol, and water. He freely grabbed for the towel, from the lamp that only supplied light inside that cave.

"I'll be the one to treat you, Mr."

"I-I don't need your help, Sister," he said, "I-I'll take care of it," he said, not looking at the woman's face. He, on the other hand, desired to be alone.

"However, Son-"

"Go ahead. I'll take care of it. I can handle myself," he cut off whatever Manong Ben was saying.

"However, Mister, your wound may become infected if you-"

"I told you to get out! Out! "

They got to their feet quickly and turned away. He hunched over and gulped for air. He mentally counted to ten before firing the bullet that had struck his thigh.

"Argh! This is ridiculous! Thiss are fuck!" He bit the towel hard on the mouth as he began to open the bullet wound with his knife. He was almost saturated in sweat, and a vein was protruding from his face.

As he began to extract the bullet, Zerus held his breath. The container next to him was full except for water and alcohol.

Damn!

As he removes the bullet lodged in his thigh, he closes his eyes firmly. He almost choked on the anguish, but he persevered. He then proceeded to pour a large amount of alcohol over the wound. Mother fucking fucker! He couldn't help but curse in his head.

To stop the bleeding, he tore the t-shirt he was wearing and knotted it around his wounded leg. In fact, it's possible that Satan forgets about their agreement and appears out of nowhere to pick him up.

He leaned on the cold rock for a time as he took the towel from his mouth. He's having trouble catching his breath. Another bullet was extracted from the side of his abdomen.

He closed his eyes for a moment and was swept away by the strong wind many times. His body was deteriorating, but he was fighting back. He will not die in this manner. He will return to claim his life.