Lucifer of The Silent Killer

Chapter 4 : Old Weapon

Sergei slowed the vehicle and stopped in front of a remote house. The building looked isolated from the world, blending into the thick darkness of the night. Alone, much like Heinrich’s life at this moment.

The house had once been Heinrich’s resting place when he was still deeply involved in his former work as an elite hitman. Since getting married and leaving that life completely, he had never returned.

“Miss your old place?” Sergei glanced over as he unfastened his seat belt and stepped out first.

A moment later, Heinrich followed. They entered the house using the light from Sergei’s phone flashlight.

The place was not without electricity. However, it was so old that when the lights were turned on, they glowed dimly. That condition had lasted for years, back when Heinrich still came here regularly to truly rest.

“So dirty,” Sergei muttered after switching on the light in the room. He waved a hand in front of his face, bothered by the dust.

Heinrich did not respond. He opened the wooden door of the room at the far corner. Cobwebs clung to several parts, giving the impression that the place had been untouched for far too long.

The door opened. Heinrich turned on a small yellow lamp. The light was not bright, but it was enough for the small room. The space was dusty and filled with cobwebs in several corners.

A heavy breath escaped Heinrich’s lips as he stood in front of a dusty metal rack. He wiped its surface slowly, turned the key, and opened the top drawer. Inside, rows of bullets were neatly stored. Old stock, still usable. Heinrich took all of them and transferred them into a special container.

After finishing with the ammunition, Heinrich opened a long case placed on top of the metal cabinet. From it, he took out a sniper rifle he had once used for every mission. In the past, that deadly weapon had been a loyal companion he could always trust.

“Your rifle is still in good condition,” Sergei said from the doorway.

Heinrich glanced briefly at him but did not respond, focusing instead on the rifle that had never been used for personal missions.

“So you finally came back,” Sergei said again as he stepped closer. “Lucifer and this weapon are bound together. Your soul is in it. In every trigger pull and every precise shot. You are the greatest marksman I have ever known.”

Heinrich did not reply. He checked every part of the rifle, then aligned it as if preparing to shoot. His index finger brushed the trigger lightly. A subtle movement, deadly in nature, one that had taken countless lives.

“Welcome back to your world, Lucifer.”

This time, Heinrich turned his head. He stared at Sergei for a few seconds. “Norway. Which direction should I go?” he asked coldly as he lowered the rifle.

“North,” Sergei answered plainly.

“Why there?”

“There are many pine forests and quiet roads rarely used. On one hand, it is a safe route for you. On the other, you must be careful once you enter that region. There are several shadow groups that could become obstacles along your journey,” Sergei explained with conviction.

Heinrich fell silent for a moment before responding. “Is that the edge of the world? Are you sure the owner of Signature V is there? I do not want this journey to be in vain.”

“My age may be catching up, but my ability has not faded. Do you know why I am certain he is there?” Sergei stared seriously. “Give me the paper.”

Heinrich reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and handed over the paper Sergei asked for.

“Look at this V. The shape is unusual. This pattern resembles an ancient Nordic symbol used by Vikings in the ninth century to mark something or issue a warning,” Sergei explained gravely.

Heinrich listened in silence, studying the pattern. It felt familiar, yet too vague to recall clearly. “I feel like I have seen it before. But where?”

“You should get some rest first. You will need extra strength for the journey tomorrow,” Sergei said as he lightly patted Heinrich’s arm before leaving him alone.

The night grew deeper. Heinrich slept, but not soundly. He was restless. The images of Liv and his two daughters haunted him. Their warm smiles and cheerful laughter had once made the life of a sniper feel different, full of color. Now, all of it had vanished in an instant.

Heinrich jolted awake. Cold sweat covered his forehead. The sense of loss returned and would always linger. He felt uneasy, unable to fall back asleep. Heinrich chose to prepare himself instead, including changing the vehicle’s license plates.

“The front and rear bumpers are cracked. Fix them if you have time,” Sergei said as they drove away from Heinrich’s old house. “Drop me off up ahead,” he added.

Heinrich said little. He pulled over and stopped the car.

“Good luck, Luc,” Sergei said as he unfastened his seat belt. He looked at Heinrich for a moment before stepping out of the car.

Heinrich said nothing. His hands never left the steering wheel. He merely raised one slightly in farewell, as if his meeting with Sergei had left no impression.

Without wasting time, Heinrich pressed the accelerator and continued his journey, traveling thousands of kilometers ahead, unaware of what awaited him.

After Heinrich left, Sergei took out his phone. He opened his contacts and called someone.

“Hello. How is it?” A deep male voice answered on the other end.

“He has departed. Lucifer will come to you,” Sergei said coldly.