Criminal: I Love Criminals!
Practicing Shooting with Expert Criminals

After lunch, Morgan kept his promise to me. He took me to an open field not far from home. Although a little hesitant, yet he allowed me to get acquainted first with this charming black weapon. I fumbled with trembling hands, I recognized every inch of it. It seemed that Morgan knew my hesitation, his large, veined hand holding my hand, helping to prop up the weapon.

“Fear is a troublesome thing that can move and stop a person's steps. If you drown in fear until anytime will not be able to move.” He said to me. It reminded me of the words that Maya said at that time.

It was at that moment that the entire part of me was like being bewitched by the magical power emanating from its blazing aura of maleness. My gaze centered on this agile man standing before me with his manly attitude like the Garuda Bearer God incarnation.

I'm speechless.

“You know how the perfect handgun? The answer is short: light, concise and accurate. It's even better if the bullets are a lot. But does the gun you hold fall into this category?”

I could only gape, my eyes up and down looking at his face and the gun I was holding.

“In most cases, this gun can kill an opponent with just one bullet. Many people like to wear it. For some, the Deagle is the best weapon. When looking at his outer flash, this looked extremely deadly. But is reality so Isabella?”

Morgan took my hand off in his hand, he grabbed the Deagle from my grip and I took it off willingly.

“Dessert Eagle is an oversize handgun and uses large caliber bullets, its damage power is much greater than ordinary gun cartridges. But because of its large size, the recoil produced will be very great and not infrequently also people who wear it will be painful, so to wear it can not be afraid. Because of this, the deagle is generally not the best pistol in a practical sense. As I said earlier, a good gun is a gun that is easy to use and additional bullets are not difficult to find.

Dessert eagle with recoil and weight can not be said “Easy to use”. Even people who are used to shooting are not necessarily able to restore their shooting position after shooting quickly and accurately. Oh yes, long-time use can cause injury. And the bullets used by Deagle are very expensive, can be 10 times the price of ordinary bullets. Therefore, because of this expensive price, not many people use it, because it cannot exercise often. With the same amount of money, people can practice shooting 10 times more by using a standard gun such as a glock, for example. In conclusion, this Deagle is not the best gun, as you might think. But yes, I admit this Deagle looks really cool with its size and power breakdown.”

“You understand?” continued.

I was gawking, my head was shaking and listening to Morgan's rant. He was like Professor Andreas when he taught. Like the new term, which doesn't easily fit into the smart side of my brain. I caught sight of her sharp and solemn eyes resembling the dim colors of grapes. The light glowed on the tiny petals under the thick, bushy eyebrows. His aura reflected on the way he stared, because he was not good at hiding the desire to protect him behind his firm character.

“Haish, stop. In essence, the advantages of this dessert eagle even make its weaknesses. As a shooter, you should know the characteristics of your weapon. As a robber you must know the situation and condition of your goods and the location of your target, because that is your only way to survive until the mission is completed.”

Now I realize that Morgan is not just a poor criminal, he's not just a robber who knows about stealing, money and stuff. But he has an understanding beyond my reach. He is indeed a composed person, all arranged as neatly as possible, including plans and everything. However, his natural intelligence was deliberately drowned, as if he did not want to highlight what was on him. He's an organized person, like he gets special training, not regular self-taught. Generally soldiers who get military training. From his way of explaining, and his understanding of weapons, his ability to strategize, he drowned the truth about himself, whether there was a part of him that was not touched yet seen by me. But it was all washed away when I noticed her fine nose carving on top of the perfect lip line, in the slightly dulled chin supports that form a balanced equivalent to a large jakun background protruding from its exotic neck.

At the end of his cheek with a thick hairdresser, his earlobe looks firmly behind his sturdy jaw. Meanwhile, his dark brownish sign in dance backwards and centers on a knot-like knot like a hunter in a snow white fairy tale. A humble character in the whole and in detail, with a lifestyle that builds up every movement from within, as if there is a supernatural force capable of bewitching the surrounding environment.

He looked back at me. Oh shame me, he knew I was daydreaming looking at him and tekesima watching his performance, he showed the side of his intelligence that I had not seen and he highlighted before. He twisted his body and was behind me, with his maleness aura he kept my body in his power. His breath was clearly heard as his face approached beside my cheek, his fine hairs touching my cheeks softly, oh I creeped. His long, muscular hands covered my left and right sides. Not forgetting, he got my hand, put the index finger on the trigger of the gun he helped point it forward.

“Stare ahead, focus. Hold strong and never hesitate.”

“On the count of three, follow my orders pull the trigger!” continued.

He whispered softly, his voice very politely going into my eardrum. The black sphere of my eyes moved sideways, stealing glances staring at each firm scratch of his facial bones. I sipped a rough salivary, my heart racing once.

“...1”

I breathe out repeatedly. I can't do anything about it, 'cause it's not easy for me to take on a criminal this smart. With the breadth of his insight and sharpness of his mind, he was able to capture the furthest limits in my brain, even capturing every detail of my feelings. Morgan is the best mentor.

“...2”

There was no choice but to follow his direction, for wherever I fled, he who knew better the path I took caught me with a warm smile. Intelligence that is clearly described now, is the deadliest weapon to face a person, especially when the intelligence is sourced from sensitivity in capturing every turmoil and symptom, as possessed by him.

“...3”

The only thing I could do was to be comfortable in his grip on power, by trying to behave as he asked, so that even if our path missed, I broke that fear after trying it.

“T Shoot..!!”

DORR!!!

My eyes reflexively closed, the petals quickly descended downwards covering my forward looking eyeballs, as his hand guiding my index fingers pulled the trigger. Lucky there is his hand, so that the position of my hand is able to survive. It is true that he said at the beginning, that this gun is very heavy when shooting, even snipers are not necessarily able to restore the position of the shot. Huh huh? But why does Morgan seem so mediocre? The position of his hand was firm, nothing changed. Is this a good ordinary robber?