“Dulcina… you see who I am, I am your Esteban Zaragosa, oh you see me”.
Esteban Zaragosa crouches down and tries to wake his girl, but she has become a cold-blooded, heartless puppet.
Dulcina Calvo raised her eyes slightly, but the look she gave Esteban Zaragosa was colder.
The girl held the pistol, pressed it against her chest and pulled the trigger …
Esteban Zaragosa looked down in shock as the gun pressed against his chest, and Dulcina Calvo fired without hesitation.
Chest, instantly exploding into bright bloody flowers …
Esteban Zaragosa looked painfully at the girl in front of him, who clearly still had the same little face, but who had completely lost sight of him, ignored him and even treated him like an enemy.
The man reached up and caressed her small face.
“Dulcina, look who I am, will you?”
Dulcina Calvo was emotionless, shooting him with steady, indifferent eyes, without the slightest hint of fear.
Your Dulcina is not like that.
His little girl, who cowered at the sight of a gun and held it in fear of shooting herself, killing was far, far away, something she could never do in this life.
“Dulcina …”
Esteban Zaragosa fell to the ground but was not rewarded with the return of Dulcina Calvo.
After accomplishing her mission, the girl turned and left without the slightest hesitation.
Esteban Zaragosa clenched his fists and rose forcefully from the ground, grabbing Dulcina Calvo’s ankle with one hand.
“Dulcina, don’t go away, look who I am!”
Dulcina Calvo threw him out.
Dulcina Calvo, whose resistance had doubled because she was being controlled, kicked with more force than a normal mercenary would have.
Esteban Zaragosa spat blood.
Dulcina Calvo took a step forward, but the man, who had fallen to the ground, grabbed her leg tightly again.
“Dulcina, I’m Esteban Zaragosa, a while ago I took you to a wedding dress fitting and soon we will be married …. Don’t you remember any of this?”
In return, Dulcina Calvo kicked even harder, this time, at Esteban Zaragosa’s bullet wound in the chest.
“Dulcina Calvo, I will not let you go, not in this lifetime.”
Esteban Zaragosa’s inability to let go was rewarded by Dulcina Calvo’s abandonment time and time again.
Orlondo Marta looked at the unfortunate Esteban Zaragosa, who had fallen to the ground, with a pitiful look: “Esteban, I told you long ago that the last thing you can have in this world is emotion, and that emotion is the least to be trusted. Let her go, now she doesn’t know you at all, and she won’t pity you, much less accompany you.”
A spot of blood spurted from the corner of Esteban Zaragosa’s mouth as he looked at Orlondo Marta with derision and spoke in a single word: “Then I will prove to you that the feelings you despise must triumph over all your manipulations.”
“But now, you are no longer in a position to play against me, the truth is in front of you, Dulcina Calvo has not only abandoned you, but she is going to kill you.”
Esteban Zaragosa gritted his teeth and said, “She’s just young and gullible.”
“Very well, you are firm in what you believe, then I will show you.”
Orlondo Marta smiled confidently, “901 Angel, put a bullet in his shoulder.”
BOOM–
the shoulders of Esteban Zaragosa, instantly spreading a blinding color of blood.
Esteban Zaragosa’s mouth was full of blood: “Why didn’t you just let him kill me?
Orlondo Marta glared at him, “Esteban, you were raised by me and I cannot afford to kill you yet. If you turn and serve me, you will one day become a formidable opponent to rival me.”
Esteban Zaragosa’s eyes were so dark they looked poisoned as he stared at Orlondo Marta: “For your use? Don’t you dare! As long as I’m alive, I’ll save Dulcina and kill you.”
Satisfied with his answer, Orlondo Marta nodded, “Very well, go on with that rage and hatred, I’ll be waiting for you to challenge me.”