When a Hitman Gets Haunted by a Ghost
Chapter 80: God Complex, but It’s Actually Effective

Chapter 80: God Complex, but It’s Actually Effective

Gabriel could have sworn time paused when he saw recognition pass through the deep-brown eyes, life returning to them.

Elijah used the lapse in Kant’s focus to strike the inside of his elbow, twisting the gun free with a sharp move.

"Daydreaming?" The scarred man closed in on Kant, moving with predatory intent now that he had the upper hand.

The world rebooted—voices and chaos returned to the scene.

"I-I have a wife!" the barman was still pleading with Hunter. "And-and a daughter! She’s turning four in two months..."

Hunter leaned back a little, but his sternness didn’t fade. "If you’ve got a family, the hell are you doing here? Dealin’ drugs and shit."

Elijah occasionally glanced at the barman, checking the situation.

The overhead light cast long shadows across the cracked floor as Kant shifted back, his boots scraping softly against the grit. He purposefully angled himself away from Gabriel.

But the scarred man caught up on his intentions. He grinned. "Trying to shield someone? You’ve got the same look of desperation as years ago," he taunted, his finger teasing the trigger.

Kant’s lip twitched, and he switched strategies, inching closer to Elijah to grapple him to the ground. But the latter abruptly turned, poking the gun between the shelves.

Gabriel gasped.

As soon as Elijah saw who he was pointing the gun at, his smirk dropped. He backed away as if blinded, redirecting his aim back to Kant with a haunted expression.

"Shit," he hissed, wiping his sweaty palm against his pants.

Kant’s shoulders had relaxed slightly, and he glanced at Gabriel, giving a subtle nod of "it’s fine."

Fine? What part of this was fine?!

Gabriel was one hysterical laugh away from a breakdown. That brief moment of being at gunpoint had chilled him to the core. The black eye of the barrel lingered in his vision even after it turned away.

His stomach churned, the fear curling tight and sour in his gut. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to swallow it down. The last thing he needed was to collapse into a heap and hurl in front of everyone.

Elijah glanced away again to check on the barman, and Kant reached for a guard’s gun he’d kept hidden behind his belt. But Elijah saw it.

BANG. A warning shot to the side.

"Don’t act funny with me."

After that, the air shifted subtly.

A strange tightness pressed against Gabriel’s chest, the room shrinking around him. Then came the cold—a sharp, unnatural chill that prickled his skin and raised the hairs on his arms. His breath fogged.

A book fell near the scarred man.

"What..." Elijah stepped away.

Another book dropped. Then another.

"YOU DARE BRING VIOLENCE INTO LAZARUS BLESSING?!"

The voice boomed, rattling through the walls, echoing from every corner, from nowhere and everywhere at once. The shelves shuddered.

"No respect, no sense of morality!" Hale bellowed, shoving a large box off the shelf.

It slammed onto the ground with a loud thwack, its contents spilling in all directions. Random items kept tumbling from the shelves, some landing with soft thumps while others skidded across the floor.

Gabriel grimaced at all the noise, but for the first time ever, he was glad to have Hale return.

The barman on the other side of the room had turned green with fear. "T-This place is haunted. I told you this place is haunted!"

Elijah snapped, "Get a grip, it’s just an earthquake."

"It’s not, I’m telling you this has happened before!" the barman yelled, crawling under the table.

Hunter reached to pull him out by the collar. "Where the hell do you think you’re going?"

"Unhand him! There will be no bloodshed on these sacred grounds!" The evil spirit hurled a book across the room.

It hit Hunter, knocking the gun out of his hand. He whipped around to glare at Elijah, who was the closest to the bookshelf. "I’ll blow your damn head off for that."

"It wasn’t me." The scarred man backed away from the shelves.

"Yeah, right, it was a damn poltergeist." Hunter crouched to retrieve his weapon, but a chair was pushed at him with a merciless force. He tripped over it, his face twisting in anger and confusion.

Elijah changed targets and shot at Hunter while his back was turned.

But Hale’s shadow rose in a split second, bringing a heavy field of energy that threw the bullet back. It flew astray with a shrill cry.

Everyone gaped at each other. The room was caught in sudden silence.

Hunter straightened slowly, staring at the bullet hole in the shelf behind Elijah. "What the fuck just happened?" His voice lacked its usual bite, like his brain was still buffering.

Kant couldn’t help himself. "Welcome to the club. You’re going insane."

The barman’s gaze darted wildly around the room as if expecting another nightmare to lunge at him. His eyes were wide, as if reliving a personal horror.

Gabriel wasn’t sure what was more surreal—Hale swatting a bullet midair or seeing the barman this traumatized after a ghost had chased him with a hanger. Had it really been that terrifying?

Elijah still had the gun raised, but his trigger finger had slackened. His head tilted, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as if trying to rationalize the impossible.

"That bullet..." he muttered, eyes flicking between the hole in the shelf and where Hunter had stood just moments ago. "That’s not—" He cut himself off, shaking his head.

The barman ran up to Elijah, clutching him like a safety wire. "We angered the ghost... Whenever someone’s life is threatened, there is a h-haunting."

"And it will keep escalating as long as there’s aggression," Kant added, pouring oil on the fire.

Hunter rubbed his temples, muttering under his breath about whether someone had burned weed in here.

"That’s why you need to put the gun down!" Gabriel raised his voice at Elijah, clenching his fists to suppress the shakes. "The ghost here hates violence!"

Hunter’s head snapped up, his gaze locking onto Gabriel. His eyes narrowed, as if trying to piece together how—or why—there was now a fifth person in the room.

Elijah jumped as another book toppled to the ground right in front of him. Still, he kept pointing the gun at the two hitmen at their every movement.

"This is outrageous! Why won’t he listen?!" Hale looked around for the next way to wreak havoc, but his eyes stopped on Gabriel.

Not again.

Gabriel tried to shake his head no, but the evil spirit didn’t care. He strode forward and slipped into Gabriel’s body, seizing control.