He walked silently but swiftly along the rain-drenched street, an umbrella clutched in his hand. Dressed in a white shirt, tie, and jacket, he appeared just another hurried passerby. His left hand gripped the handle of a 9mm Glock pistol hidden in his pocket, freshly used to end a man's life in a car. Remorse and guilt were strangers to him; he was a hitman, a professional assassin, performing his duty. He had carried out at least two dozen successful hits, yet the police never came close to capturing him. The government had placed a hefty bounty on his head, dead or alive.
An anonymous client had likely hired him to eliminate an enemy who had caused significant losses or business fraud. The hitman spotted his target at a hotel and waited in the parking lot. He watched as the target got into his car, then began to follow, keeping a safe distance. Patiently, he waited for the perfect moment. When the target’s car stopped at a red light, he seized the opportunity. Pulling up next to him, he rolled down his window, aimed his pistol, and fired multiple shots in quick succession. Blood splattered across the windshield.
He abandoned the car where it was, knowing the police would soon be alerted. He wasn’t worried; he had stolen the car from the same hotel’s parking lot.
Now, he needed to reach his hideout as quickly as possible. His passport, today’s earnings, and all his savings awaited him there. Realizing his time in this country was running out, he planned to leave as soon as possible. He knew the police would search for him, but he also knew they wouldn’t find him.
As he walked, he heard a car approaching from behind. He turned his head slightly. It was a black sedan with bright headlights, familiar but unremarkable. He ignored it and continued walking.
Lost in thoughts of escaping the country, he failed to notice the car drawing closer.
Failed to see it slowing down.
Failed to hear the window rolling down.
Failed to spot the gun barrel aimed at him.
Failed to recognize the beautiful gun in the hand of a beautiful woman.
Failed to see the beautiful smile on her lips.
She was his ex-wife.
The same woman who had betrayed him.
The same woman who had hired him to kill her current millionaire husband.
She wanted him dead because she still had a duplicate key to his apartment.
She knew his plan to flee the country.
He only realized it when he saw the trigger of the Walther pistol he had given her being pulled repeatedly.
But by the time he realized, it was too late.
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