Chapter 700 - A Terrible End (1/2)
A/n: Play ** Unravel - Tokyo Ghoul OP [Piano] while reading this
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Gunan suddenly remembered the old man whom he sent off with a complicated heart. Wasn't the situation like this?
He had returned the old man's sincerity with a cruel smile and a slap of truth.
Now the heavens were asking him to pay!
”Ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha!”
It was so laughable!
The Gunan who climbed from the lowest slums to the chairman of the Guan Empire was reduced to something like this!
He continued to laugh maniacally, not realizing that he was also crying at the same time.
Wasn't fate too funny?
He had done things that were inhumane. He killed people. A lot of them.
He even tainted a kind man.
He had done many sins yet the heaven who was said to be fair only punished him with a stab and gunshot?
Won't those who had died scream and rise from their graves?
Gunan laughed like crazy.
The man holding the gun just tilted his head.
”What the f***k? Have you finally gone insane? Laughing and crying at the same time..”
Not hearing anything, Gunan continued to laugh madly.
”Boring.”
Ping!
Drop.
A gun wound appeared in Gunan's leg. Gunan staggered and almost kneeled.
But he continued to laugh.
”Ha. I prefer it with knives, you know. I first cut their fingers. I always use my favorite knife to dig into their flesh. Little by little...”
Ping.
Blood splattered in Gunan's sleeves.
”Sorry. I am not a fan of knife play. I enjoy killing people with guns,” the spy coldly said.
Gunan grinned, showing his teeth. Sweat plastered the brown locks of hair on his forehead. Unbeknownst to him, his contact lenses had slipped down with his tears, showing the unique l.u.s.ter of gold.
Gunan dazedly recounted his twisted hobby. ”Sometimes, I enjoy skinning people too. The sound of their cries while I scr.a.p.e their skin little by little is so satisfying--”
Gunan's other leg was shot.
He involuntarily kneeled. His face was deathly pale. Blood was draining from him fast.
”And then, I will dig out some of their flesh and let them see their own red meat with their own eyes. Heh. That's where they usually faint--”
Ping!
The man's face was disgusted. ”Gross. Who enjoys that? This is why none of us liked you, sickhead. You are really a psycho… Eh? Not talking anymore?”
Gunan had fallen on the ground in his own pool of blood. There was another hole on his c.h.e.s.t.
His head pressed sideways on the ground.
He was still alive, but he felt dizzy from the loss of blood, the corners of his vision were turning black and white. He could not speak as blood started to come up from his lungs and throat.
Gunan chuckled, but only a gurgle came out.
In his final moments, the only thing that came out of his mouth was those wicked 'hobbies' of his.
He was truly terrible, wasn't he?
A terrible person must die a terrible death.
His mind recalled a certain tall man's back.
Then, what would happen to you?
Ping.
Boom!
A large bolt of lightning descended beside the police station amidst the heavy rain, followed by an extremely loud clap of thunder, that even the sound of it reached the bas.e.m.e.nt.
....
...Nan…
A young boy opened his eyes. His eyes had specks of gold that shone brilliantly. They blinked confusedly, his long lashes were wet with tears. There were still fresh streaks of tears on his face.
He mindlessly wiped it.
”You are awake. Eh? Are you crying?” A boy with dark hair and dark eyes looked concernedly at him.