6 Bullets Page #5

No.

Oh, and one more thing.

Six meters from where you're hiding,

there is a security camera.

Move the butcher there so I can see him,

or else we don't have a deal.

- What can we do?

- Well, we can't just...

We can't just what?

We can't just what?

They're torturing my baby.

Please.

Please.

I am sorry. Becky's only 14.

My sister.

My little sister Katya.

She was only 12.

She's the one

they cut up

to make it look like your daughter died.

She did nothing wrong.

She was just the right size.

Right hair.

What do we do?

They're setting an ambush.

Do you trust me?

In position.

We're both in position.

- Yes?

- We're coming out.

Good.

One wrong move, and your parents die.

Got it?

Stop.

Switch.

Now.

Take them out.

Take them out.

Take them out now.

Kiril.

Kiril. Gavril.

Gavril.

They're both dead.

Now at this point,

you may be asking yourself

how a man can be

in two places at the same time.

Now that's a very good question.

I used a device called a cycler.

It loops the same image over and

over again on the video feed.

I have found it useful in the past.

Everyone move in. Take out the

kid and the parents. Move in.

Move in now.

Police. Get down, get down.

Police. Lay down your weapons.

This is the police. Lay down your

weapons, or you will be shot.

- These your guys?

- Yeah.

How did you know?

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Will do.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Your son was very persuasive.

The ambassador goes hunting

with the police commissioner.

The police commissioner, whose brother

was once interrogated by Stelu himself.

You did good, kid.

Thank you.

I am just glad you finally

called the police.

Thank you doesn't seem enough.

Maybe next time you

will buy a steak or two.

Maybe when I come back for the fight.

Okay.

Let's get going.

Yeah, well.

Dad, your ghosts,

they still visit?

Not for a while.

At least, not where I am working.

Forgive me, Father, I have sinned.

It's been quite a while

since my last confession.

I wonder,

does God really forgive

even our worst crimes?

God might.

I won't.

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