The Villain's Sister - Chapter 90
Ten minutes before Giselle arrived.
“Tristan Lindbergh. Or should I call you Black Pistols?”
Coming from Raphael’s mouth, it wasn’t strange that one might faint dead away.
But Tristan didn’t lose his composure.
Though he never held a position matching his rank, he had surely made many achievements and repeated special promotions. He was the veteran ace of the Organized Crime Division.
“Are you high? Let’s test you first.”
Tristan, aiming his gun, warned Raphael.
But sometimes a calm demeanor looks suspicious.
“If you don’t want to be shot with live rounds, it’d be best to surrender.”
“A policeman by day, a hero by night… you sure live a busy life. I’ll give you credit for your diligence.”
“A criminal talking about diligence, what a world.”
Bang!
The bullet grazed Raphael’s head.
A few strands of blond hair drifted to the floor like feathers.
Raphael flicked his gaze lightly and quickly scanned Tristan.
They faced each other in the dark, but they had clashed countless times over the years.
“It’s strange I didn’t notice. The voice, the build. Above all, that stance.”
Raphael clapped as if offering ovation to an actor who had finished his performance.
“Such confidence. You need nerves of steel to be a hero. But did you really think no one in this world would notice your identity?”
“What a load of crap.”
Tristan pulled out handcuffs and approached Raphael without lowering his guard.
Raphael charged at him without fear of the gun, grabbed his wrist, and shoved him against the wall.
Thud!
Tristan’s fist struck Raphael’s solar plexus.
Bang! Bang!
One bullet grazed Raphael’s cheek, another lodged at his feet.
While twisting the gun hand and blocking, Raphael provoked him.
“Your long-lost brother is Sunshine, isn’t he?”
“…What?”
“Before I came to that shitty apartment, I already finished my research. Turns out you have a twin brother you were separated from—”
Bang!
His arm burst open, but Raphael only chuckled, not groaning in pain, delighted at having dragged out the truth.
“Black Pistols was obsessed with Sunshine. Working hard to catch him. Working hard to save him. Strange, but I thought maybe it’s because plenty of people lost family to drugs. But—”
“Shut up.”
“You joined hands with me to protect him, didn’t you? Fine. When I get out, I’ll kill Sunshine first, turn him into dog feed so he can never again toy with people through drugs.”
“I told you to shut the fuck up, you bastard!”
His gray eyes flashed.
Wham!
Their foreheads collided, and Raphael staggered.
Tristan panted harshly, aiming his gun at Raphael’s head.
Raphael wasn’t the type to spout nonsense.
And Giselle, whom he cherished like his own life, had nearly died from Sunshine’s drugs. His words about killing Sunshine weren’t empty.
“Fuck…”
For the first time, Tristan wavered.
When his temper flared, he would curse and throw punches, but killing had never even crossed his mind.
‘Do I have to kill him? If I arrest him and put him in prison, it’ll all be over. But…’
The words he spewed could very well become a fatal ending, like that wedding photo.
His mouth went dry, cold sweat dripped down his back.
In this moment, all lofty talk of justice sounded like the armchair theories of those at the top.
What dominated his mind was whether he could bear the weight of the life he was about to take for the rest of his days.
The gun he normally carried so easily now felt heavy enough to drag him to the pit of hell.
As he hesitated, Raphael said with pity, “Kkh. Hahahaha! You’ve never killed before, of course it’s hard.”
Whack!
Instead of telling him to shut up, Tristan slammed the butt of the gun against Raphael’s head.
Red blood dripped down his blond hair.
It was simple. All he had to do was squeeze his index finger on the trigger.
He had done it countless times. He had talent for it, was confident in it.
Yet this simple act felt harder than choosing adoption as a child, harder than dropping out of Cerberth to become a cop, harder than personally throwing Sunshine into the central government’s underground prison.
He wanted to kill, and killing seemed right. But when he saw the red blood, it hit him.
The true weight of taking a life.
“Aren’t you ashamed in front of Giselle?”
“How naive. In the face of survival, that means nothing. To live as a human, I had to give up being human. Dignity? Conscience? It was this city that taught me how to throw away the very things that made me human. Let me warn you—”
Raphael spoke seriously. He was staring straight down the barrel.
“You’ll have to choose whether to stain your hands with blood or save your brother. Just like I once did.”
Raphael had chosen justice.
The world pointed fingers at him as a murderer, but Raphael felt no shame.
Andrew Moltke, who had scarred his childhood and nearly taken his sister, was neither father nor human.
He was just a villain who had to be dealt with.
That was why Raphael could regret it.
Regret not killing him sooner.
And he felt no pain from having killed him.
“I’m curious what kind of grand choice the righteous hero will make.”
Tristan’s face twisted.
Of all people, it had to be Raphael who threw him into the same trial.
Would he become a murderer with bloodied hands, or would he collect the corpse of his blood-stained brother?
His mind went blank.
If God existed, he had created a fucked-up world and handed down a cursed fate. Tristan wanted to raise his middle finger at Him.
Clutching his pounding heart and burning nerves, Tristan finally lowered his gun.
“Damn it!”
Hero, my ass.
He was the same coward as always, desperate to run away.
He had turned away from facing the insane Myers, and the man had returned as a villain.
And now he lacked the courage to kill, leaving everything to fate.
He only hoped that this cowardly choice wouldn’t someday snowball into a crushing regret.
When he lowered his gun, Raphael asked, “Did you approach my sister on purpose?”
“Bullshit. Giselle approached me. Get your facts straight.”
“Giselle approached you? How would she know your identity?”
“I don’t know. Fuck, ask your sister.”
Tristan slapped cuffs on Raphael.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Argh!”
Bullets fired from the entrance to the cell corridor pierced Tristan’s shoulder, side, and abdomen.
His large body swayed.
Tristan looked down at himself in shock.
The water dripping from his clothes thanks to the sprinklers turned bright red.
“You son of a bitch. I’ll kill you.”
Liam entered, his eyes wide and unfocused, gleaming.
Tristan collapsed forward with his gun still in hand.
“Liam! Stop!”
But Liam didn’t stop.
As he tried to fire again, Raphael leapt up and shoved him.
Liam toppled sideways and finally noticed Raphael.
“Mr. Raphael?”
“Liam. What the hell…”
The smell of gunpowder spread through the damp air.
Blood spread from where Tristan had fallen.
He stirred, groaning, and aimed his gun at Liam.
“Ugh. This fucking hurt. Hhh.”
Bang!
The bullet hit Liam’s shoulder.
He collapsed to the floor, gasping, tilting his head up.
The pain must have been severe, yet not a groan escaped him.
Instead, a bitter smile appeared.
Liam fired at Raphael’s cuffs.
Bang!
Raphael’s hands were freed. Supporting Liam, he took the gun from him.
“Fuck. Hhh. Ghhk!”
Grimacing from pain, Tristan dragged himself up and leaned against the wall.
“Mr. Raphael. Ms. Deva betrayed us.”
“It’s nothing serious.”
“No. This time it’s different. I… I can’t forgive Ms. Deva. I shouldn’t.”
Liam broke into sobs like a child.
His fine features twisted, and huge tears rolled from his wide eyes.
Bang!
A bullet grazed Raphael.
So even as a so-called hero, he hadn’t given up.
Raphael had provoked him, but that didn’t mean he wanted to kill Tristan Lindbergh.
‘What resentment would Deva hold if I did?’
And besides, wasn’t Tristan the one who had helped Deva?
But since he was still threatening their lives even in this state, there was no choice.
“I’m sorry, Tristan Lindbergh.”
Let this be you bearing your brother’s sins.
Raphael raised his arm. His finger curled on the trigger.
And then—
“Raphael—!”
It was Deva’s voice.
Raphael’s face twisted in anguish.
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
Torryy
The way they keep switching sides
Raphael: I’ll kill your brother so move
Tristan: I have issues but fine I’ll move
**Liam enters with his own psychosis**
Tristan: I got shot. now I’ll kill
Raphael: I didn’t want to kill him but now I have to because of his brother
WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING