Fatal Affair

Chapter Twenty-Nine

"Long time no see, teacher," David pulled up a chair and sat across from Bryan.

Bryan was smoking, "Long time no see, you've improved."

David seemingly casually walked into the room, but in reality, his pace, positioning, and angles were all meticulously calculated to prevent any sudden situations. Whenever there was danger, David could swiftly draw his gun like lightning to dodge and counterattack.

Bryan didn't set any traps or hide; he just leaned on his legs, crouched down, resembling a battlefield general as he looked at David in front of him.

"What does your mother say?" Bryan asked without putting down his cigarette.

David propped his legs up on the chair, "Perhaps she doesn't want to hear from you, so she directly ordered me to silence you. So, why did you do this? Why betray the organization? You're not the kind of fool blinded by self-interest."

Bryan shrugged, "David, this isn't a question you should be asking. A killer shouldn't question reasons; your eyes should only be on the target."

"Alright, as you once said, don't do stupid things, don't ask for reasons," David stood up.

"The exhilarating feeling of blood boiling," Bryan chuckled, "I'm also fired up, so let me take you out, be the first spark in this plan. Need a gun? The noise might be a bit much; perhaps we can try my preferred cold weapon."

David remained silent, just shook his head slightly and raised the hand in his pocket.

Bryan sighed, stood up, and started pulling out three guns from his waist, ribs, and other places.

As he did so, Bryan remarked, "Is it still Olivia outside? It's all so cliché, David, you're strong. After I take you out, if I'm severely injured and half-dead, she won't hesitate to come in and finish the job."

"Correct, it's mother's rule, the target must not survive," David replied coldly.

"What a great woman," Bryan placed all the guns on the table, removed the magazines and bullets, and also placed the paratrooper knife on the table.

Bryan patted himself down, proving there were no other hidden weapons. It was only then that David took out the gun from his pocket. His hand had been on the trigger since earlier, the gun pointed at Bryan through the pocket of his clothes.

David also placed the gun on the table, pulled out two knuckle-duster knives, one held normally and the other in a reverse grip.

Bryan also picked up the paratrooper knife from the table; his weapons, apart from color and marks, were no different from David's.

"Now it's like looking in a mirror, you're like a younger me, but today I'm going to kill myself," Bryan said with a smile.

The two of them truly resembled the same person in the mirror, assuming the same stance, starting at the same time, and colliding with each other.

Weapons clashed, sparks flew, accompanied by faint moans of men and women from the adjacent rooms, creating a eerie and contradictory scene.

David admitted that Bryan was very professional in training him as an assassin, step by step turning David into someone with a heart of stone and ruthless.

He still remembered a rainy night over a decade ago when a pitiful girl stumbled upon their murder scene while seeking shelter from the rain.

Perhaps Bryan deliberately let the girl witness the murder scene because without any surprise, Bryan dragged the girl out from her hiding spot.

Faced with continuous pleas and assurances not to call the police from the girl, a young David hesitated. But Bryan kept urging him from behind.

David even helped the girl by explaining that there were no surveillance cameras or street lights at the murder scene, so she couldn't have clearly seen David and Bryan's faces.

Bryan just smiled, then called out David's full name, David Carlon.

Bryan sneered, "Oops, accidentally called out your name. So, what will you do? Be wanted by the police, hunted by us, or kill her?"