(4) The Question

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Ignoring my insult, he shrugged. "It is made easy for a reason. If we will make it difficult, those criminals would eventually get it; unless if we make it more obvious, they'd probably work their ass off thinking how difficult it may be."

"Hyprocite." I snorted. Confusion was clear in his face, so I clarified my statement. "Hyprocite. You are a hyprocite." He raises an eyebrow, still not getting it.

Face palm. "You're a criminal yourself, and you're calling those other criminals as criminals as if they're different from you. You kill people, just like any criminals out there."

"If we're talking about killing people, then the cops, FBi, and other law shits out there would be criminals too." He snapped angrily. "I don't simply kill just because it's my job; I kill for a reason. And I do