The Hitman's Time Loop Chapter 1

I am a hitman. During a mission, my partner—my ride-or-die—shot me in the head.

Over my corpse, he whispered, "I'm sorry. The target is my wife. To protect her, I had to kill you."

My soul was utterly speechless.

Bro, do you not have a mouth?

If it's your wife, couldn't you just say so?

We could have just skipped the job! Was it necessary to blow my brains out?!

When I opened my eyes again, I was back three minutes before the shot.

* * *

It was a sunny morning.

My partner and I were prone on a secluded rooftop, butts in the air, staring intently at a black sedan parked in front of the hospital across the street.

Inside sat our target.

Moments later, the car door opened. A slender, pale leg extended out, stepping onto the pavement with delicate grace.

The moment her foot touched the ground, I sprang up and shouted, "Hey! Isn't that your wife?"

Startled, my partner flinched, nearly misfiring. He turned his head, his eyes screaming interrogation:

She only showed half a leg! Which eye told you that's my wife?

I smiled but said nothing.

Damn it, if I didn't yell fast enough, what if you popped me again?

I turned back. The woman had exited the car.

Soft, curly hair framing gentle, beautiful features. A breathtaking beauty.

My partner stared at his wife, his face melting into happiness.

But before we could say hello, a refined-looking man got out of the car.

The man hugged the wife, tenderly stroking her belly. They looked like the perfect couple, radiating the glow of expectant parents.

My greeting stuck in my throat. I didn't dare make a sound.

But my partner was different. Not only did he dare to speak, he dared to shoot.

Bang!

He fired. The bullet hit the man right between the eyes.

Bodyguards spotted us instantly and swarmed.

My partner gazed at his screaming wife from afar, gave a tragic smile, and turned the gun on himself.

Bang!

He ate the bullet.

He killed a guy, exposed our position, and then left me behind to commit suicide!!!

The bodyguards arrived fast. Their batons hurt like hell.

Before I was beaten to death, my only thought was: Never team up with an idiot. Fuck!