I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 174: This is a good place to kill someone

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The windows lowered, revealing the driver’s face. He was handsome, not Anouk’s handsome or even Arlen’s handsome, he was just like a doughnut with a chocolate spread. Nothing worth running to the store for.

The man smiled, "Hello, there. Are you heading into town? I am also coming from a medical convention in Alstria. I can drop you off."

Lies. It was amazing how much people lied.

"Sure." Malik said with a gentle smile as he met the driver’s gaze. He got in the car and sat in the back seat.

The driver smiled, his face alight with satisfaction when he stared back. Moving the mirror, unashamedly observed the man in the back seat. This person had not all been his plan for the week but the moment he saw him, he just knew, no other person could do it.

How could someone be so beautiful, it was almost unreal. Like a masterpiece created with meticulous care, he was so exquisite and beautiful that it captivated one’s soul. His facial features were very defined. The bridge of his nose and his lips were sharp and angular. Because his skin was too white, his lips color looked particularly red, like a drop of blood on plain paper. It made his fingers twitch.

"It is surprising that I have never seen someone like you in Davenport. When did you arrive here?"

"Two months."

"I have been here for two months as well. I am a visiting doctor at the Davenport Hospital. A cardiologist. What do you do?"

"I am a teacher."

"That is a noble profession."

Malik’s fingers drew patterns on his knees, the reason he had become a professor was not so noble though, "It is the most noble of them all."

"So do you have family here?"

Well, he had a boy who forced him to be legally responsible for him, a woman who swore eternal loyalty to him as long as he gave her a place to sleep, "No."

"I don’t have any family either. I say we are better off without them."

"I would not agree more."

That was the last conversation that they had before the man continued to drive. The car drove out of the urban area and headed deep into the Davenport mountain region.

Malik just quietly looked out of the window, his expression still the same gentle serenity that it had been when he first entered the car.

The man looked at him all the way and found nothing unusual, the blank expression was exactly as those who were completely under his power.

Soon, he packed the car in front of an old, abandoned shed in the mountains.

"This is actually a good place to commit murder. You can kill someone here and hide the body and no one would find it for years. But you have not been the kind to hide a body, have you? You prefer it on display. To cause fear, panic, to be in control, then why?"

The man’s eyes widened as he looked at the beautiful young man in his car with something akin to complete horror. This person had looked so gentle and elegant but now, the expression on his face was sardonic. Those green eyes looked at him as if he were an ant that he could manipulate and play with as he wished. It was...like looking into a larger, more terrifying mirror.

Cold sweat gathered on his forehead and a sense of terror and helplessness flooded his entire body. He had not been afraid like this since...since...The memory of his childhood forced him to break out of the spell that the fear held on him. He reached for his gun and pulled it out, turning it to face Malik.

"Who the fuck are you? Why...Why did my ability work on you? Why did you enter my car?"

Malik blinked, "You asked me to get in. You said that you were going to drop me off. Then proceeded to try and bring me to some murder den. I just followed along because you were interested. But your motives and desires are so ordinary. What a complete waste of time. You are just so boring, no wonder your neighbors ignored you. Who wouldn’t? You were like roadside trash to them. It was not like you did not deserve everything that happened. What was that, you little bitch that should have died in your god-forsaken wrench of a mother’s womb?"

His last words made the corners of the man’s eyes turn red and he leaped forward, his fingers closing against the neck of this man who had brought back those words that he never wanted to remember.

This person;’s neck was slender and its curve was very beautiful. After it broke the twisted angle would even be more pleasant. He raised the corner of his eyes and smiled.

"Shut up! Shut up! Die! Die!" His fingers constricted even tighter around that slender neck. He wanted this person to stop breathing, he wanted him to die.

The feeling in his chest was so gigantic, that it filled his soul, it was so terrifying as if lava were running through his bones. It was like he was choking that man again, his first kill. The first night he breathed.

Those green eyes looked at him, they were oddly joyful and sparkling, like a type of emotionless beautiful stone.

Just being under this man’s stare caused his fingers to tremble. It was clear, he could feel it. He could kill the other person if he exerted a little more force but he could not do so. It was as if his body froze under his gaze.

Malik looked at him quietly, a subtle expression in his eyes, along with a hint of interest. It was as if it had not been strangled just right now.

Tears ran down the man’s ears, hot as they fell on him and he laughed, He laughed for the longest time.

"Okay. You are a little interesting." He reached out and touched the man’s face and asked gently, "Do you want me to spare you? Do you want to live?"

Malik’s fingertips were long and soft but so cold that it made the man shiver. He had not exerted any force but it was as if his body was fixed in place and would only move with his command.

That fear that he thought had vanished returned in full throttle. It was like an enormous lead block heavily pressing dons on his heart, making it almost hard to breathe.

He just knew in his heart that this person could kill him. Could take his life or worse.

His hands loosened and he gritted his teeth, "I want to live."

Malik laughed again, "Good boy." He took out a file and passed it to the man, "This person. He lives in Alstria. Everything you need is there. You would kill him for me, wouldn’t you?" His voice was also very pleasant, it sounded just like a mountain stream, cold and gentle.

The man nodded.

"You would do everything in your power to get this done. Using your usual M.O, Wouldn’t you?"

The man nodded, "I will."

"You are a darling. You would forget about meeting me, of course, you can choose to remember this night any way you want and oh! Since you promised, please drop me back home. It is only a thirty-minute drive."

The man nodded again and started the car, Malik looked at the alert that had just entered his phone. 3 million dollars. And the good thing about using strangers instead of his organization members was that there is no cut. 6 million and he didn’t raise a finger, what a happy day.

One might say he didn’t have to but he did. If he was going to stay in Davenport, he was going to renovate that house, years in the Capital had made him attuned to a certain level of comfort.

And then there was Sage. He did not care much before but the child had to go to a University and the boy had not gotten even a percent of his intelligence so there was no scholarship to look forward to. He would have to pay for everything. 6 million should cover it.

Not forgetting, he raised his phone and took a picture of his neck.

"Post it to the Polyline app. Caption. What a bad way to start the day. I was almost killed now. Thanking heaven for the kind, handsome hero who saved my life." After ten minutes, he switched off his phone.

It was a strange relationship they had. He and Anouk knew that. He would never let the other off lightly for calling him crazy or a pervert. Did he think that because he was blind, he did not know about all the cameras in their home? Or that he was following all his social media accounts.

Anouk’s mind was like an open book to him, every single sick desire in there, he knew about it. And whether Anouk liked it or not, he would teach him to indulge them all.

Malik’s expression was still gentle with a faint smile as he looked out of the window.

That line of right and wrong that had led Anouk his entire life, he would blur it.