Of the Aerlev stories I have ever read, perhaps the most impressive one is There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL). The story is too good, leaving me with many doubts. Currently, the manga has been translated to Chapter 309 - 301. A Red Sunset. Let's read the author's There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) Aerlev story right here.
Just as they were wondering where Zein was, one of the agents called out to Jock. "Sir, I managed to get the building’s CCTV recording," the man said while turning around the screen on top of the office desk so the others could see it. "I’ll play it from the moment they come inside the building."
Jock, as well as Han Shin and Rina immediately crowd around the desk, didn’t care even if they stepped on some of the unconscious bodies on their way. The screen in front of them showed the scenery of the gate, just as a delivery van came and parked in front of the building. They watched as two people alighted from the front doors, and Jock pointed at a person in a hooded cloak.
"That person, the one in the cloak," even through the recording, he knew it was the person who managed to breach the apartment’s security. "Track him."
"Yes, Sir!" another agent answered while making a quick screenshot of the cloaked person, who immediately went out of the gate while the others went inside with Zein slung over one of the perpetrators’ shoulder.
Han Shin watched the image--now shifting toward the inside of the building--while biting his nail, staring infuriatingly at Zein’s condition. He was sick! He was sick and they took him in just a plain sweater and sweatpants!
"Gods--he’s not with his mask!" the healer gritted his teeth. He knew how much Zein’s mask mattered to the guide; to be without it in front of strangers who had bad intentions toward him...
"Is there any audio?" Jock asked the operating agent, who immediately tried to fiddle with some options, but eventually shook his head.
"No, Sir."
They sighed and continued to watch as those people brought Zein inside the office where they were now, and threw the guide harshly into the couch--which made Han Shin slammed his fist on the table and glared at the unconscious, bloody people on the ground.
The audacity of these people!
"Why are they crowding over him like that?" he looked back at the screen, and saw the three kidnappers standing around the couch; talking, sneering. At one point, one of them kept on touching the guide’s face, who was clearly tensed but couldn’t do anything with bound arms. When the now dead esper, who was initially sitting on the desk, started to move toward the couch, Han Shin stepped back and shook his head. "I don’t feel good about this, I can’t--oh, God!"
Han Shin remembered he used to watch those crime and investigation shows on the television when he was bored. He remembered feeling flabbergasted and confused at how people could be so evil when there were dungeons and monsters outside. He was perplexed at how those people hurt other humans.
He remembered that feeling, but now, when he saw it happening to someone he knew, someone he held dear--it was no longer confusion or questions. It was just pain. And it was like his body wanted to shut down; he didn’t want to see it, his mind wanted to run away from it. Responding to that impulse, Han Shin reflexively closed his eyes and turned around--
Only to bump into a solid chest.
When he opened his eyes in surprise, he saw a familiar three-piece suit, the same one he saw Bassena wore to his talk show. Dreadfully, he looked up, at the amber eyes staring into the screen playing out an abominable act.
"B-Bas..."
Immediately, things were clattering as they tried to shield the screen from the amber eyes.
"C-Commander, this is--"
"Sir--"
But no matter who they were, they couldn’t hold their power against the quiet fury shoving them out of the way, out of the path of the amber eyes.
Have you ever seen someone whose world was crashing down? Have you ever seen someone getting paralyzed from so much fury and sorrow? Have you seen someone’s eyes slowly lose their light as if their life was being vanquished?
They couldn’t even hear Bassena letting out a breath, as the scene of his beloved being defiled was playing in front of his eyes. The esper was such in a great shock that he couldn’t even muster his darkness as usual.
"Bas..."
Han Shin tried to grab into Bassena’s sleeve, but before he managed to do so, the esper abruptly looked up, staring hard at the ceiling, and disappeared in a wisp of darkness.
"Is Zein..."
Han Shin was about to move out, but he paused before his legs could swing. He took a deep breath and looked at Rina, who gave a nod of approval for his reservation, and held his hand for comfort. Comfort for him, and comfort for her too.
"I...I’ll just skip this part," the agent quickly fast-forwarded the recording, trying to avert his gaze from the screen as much as possible while doing so. "Oh..." fгeewebnovёl.com
Han Shin and Rina shifted their gaze back toward the screen--now that they decided to give Bassena time to find his missing guide first--right when Zein suddenly raised his upper body, broke his binding, and snatched a dagger off one of the espers, before using it to slash the neck of the esper still inside him. All in two seconds. In the next second, he plunged the dagger into the esper’s heart, lung, and stomach.
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