I was in the middle of the rain.And it was very dark,probably because it was already evening.

I'm holding a knife in my right hand and a gun in my left hand.

Right in front of me is a corpse.But it not the only corpse here.I was surrounded by courpses,to the point I cannot count it anymore.

My body was already soaked by rain.And blood.

There are so much blood scattered in my injured body.

But that is not the only things present here.

At my back,there are so many 'soldiers','agents' and 'spies'.The soldiers are pointing their guns with a 'laser' to differents kinds of my body.The agents and the spies are a surruounding with thier different kinds of weapons.

There are also some 'tanks' with them.And at the sky,there are three helicopters equipped with big flashlight pointing at my position.

So it was not really dark at all.But I'm wondering why my vision is dark.Very dark.

"Throw your weapons and raise both of your hands,Mr.Holiday.You cannot do anything right now anymore.You are being cornered so if you don't want to end it in brutal way,just surrender in a peaceful way."

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A man shouted that to me using a megaphone.

He's right.I can't do anything here.I can still manage to kill 5-6 people but of course,I will end up being shot by someone if I do that.

And more importantly,I don't have the REASON to fight anymore.

So I follow thier instructions.I throw my weapons and raised my hands.After doing that,the agents nad the spies one-by-one come towards me.

After closing thier distance,one spy comes toward to me and catch my hands,placed both of it at my back 

and put handcuffs to both of it.

"George,don't let down your guard.He may not have any weapons,but he can still kill even with that position."

"Don't worry.I'm sure he will not fight back anymore."

I heard a conversation between these people.George huh?.So that his name.

Well,they are not lying.I can still kill them even with this position.But just like I said,I don't the reason to fight anymore.

I don't have reason anymore.

"Okay,take him now in the vehicle.We will question him tomorrow at the basement."

"Yes,Sir."

Question me?.I'm sorry to tell but I will not answer any questions from you.

We walked towards the specific place where the vehicle is.Some soldiers and spies are still surrounding me,probably to make sure I will not do anything bad.

While walking,the 'spy' beside me,probably George,asked me a question.

"Why did you do that?.Why did you KILLED them?."

I didn't answer.

"Are you the only survivor right now of that professional killers group?."

I didn't answer again.

"No answer huh.Well we will gonna asked that question again after we arrived at the basement."

Finally,we reached the vehicle.I go inside it together. with George and some other spies.

After that,we finally travelled towards to that 'basement'.

Actually,I regret when I finally arrived to that 'basement'.

Specifically,I regret that I didn't killed MYSELF before they cornered me.

After all,what awaits me after I arrived is something that I will also experience in hell.

If I killed myself back then.