38: At the warehouse

Alex's sixth sense quickly activated.

He impulsively gripped the neck of the driver tightly and wanted to ask, "Who are you?"

But the driver attacked him by spraying a certain fluid over his eyes.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed, rubbing his eyes with his hands. He couldn't even see anything properly anymore. Wait, was he... Passing out?

In a few seconds, everything turned black.

***

Alex found himself in a vacant room after regaining consciousness.

His head throbbed with pain as he struggled to open his eyes and focus.

He soon realized that he was tied to a wooden chair. Holy fuck, what's the problem now?! Who's after him???

Despite his efforts to loosen the ropes, he remained firmly secured. The surroundings were dimly lit, resembling a basement filled with dirt and grime.

"The dick is awake," one of the goons spoke. He looked scary with tattoos and the gun he was holding. He appeared to be a well-trained fighter, with bulging muscles.

He approached Alex, disdain clearly visible on his face.
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