The comrade lowered his gaze and could see the floor filled with petrol. He then shifted his gaze back to Frederick who was still seated in the car and gave him a signal to come over.Frederick pushed the door of his car open and stepped outside before walking towards the comrades standing beside Scott's car."What's the matter?" Frederick whispered."His fuel tank is leaking." The man whispered back."And so? Just do your fucking job and let's get the hell out of here." Fredrick ordered."I feel like something is wrong somewhere. Something doesn't feel right, boss." The comrade remarked."Hurry up and destroy his brake so we can get the hell out of here. While you are at it I'll keep an eye out so we'll know when he's done with his drink and if he's coming." Frederick bellowed before walking towards the window of the bar and took a peek inside.Glancing inside, he saw Scott seated on a small wooden chair a few meters away, and beside him was Felix."What the.." Fredrick mused after g
Scott made his way back into the empty bar after pulling the trigger, the faint echo still lingering in the air. Inside, he found Felix sitting on a stool, his hands clutching his head as he struggled to process what had just happened.“Come on, we’re leaving now. It’s over,” Scott said, his voice firm and devoid of emotion. He turned on his heel and headed towards the exit. Felix, still dazed, lifted his head slowly, got off the stool, and followed Scott outside.“What the hell was all that about?” Felix asked, his voice filled with confusion and shock as they stepped out of the bar. He glanced down and froze, his face contorting in disgust as he noticed the burnt bodies strewn across the ground. “Oh my God…” he muttered, unable to tear his gaze away from the gruesome scene.Scott didn’t even flinch. “Remember when you asked why I chose to drive a beat-up, dirty Chevrolet instead of something a bit more…flashy?” he said, continuing down the street with both hands in his pockets.Feli
Scott ducked his head and took the first step on his way down from the private jet. The wind was a bit chilly here in Mexico, and Scott immediately felt the difference between here and Spain. He walked down the stairs before sliding his hands into his pocket as he waited patiently for Felix.Felix also exited the private jet and stood beside him with the big black bag on his back, and another bag held in his right hand. The hotel Scott bought in this way here was located several meters away, so they had to wait for their ride to come pick them up.The duo waited patiently until a black limousine drove towards them and pulled over right in front of them. The door opened and a woman in black suit stepped outside and walked towards them.The woman had shot blond hair that barely touched her shoulder, and a nice body shape that resembled an hourglass. She was clad in a tight black suit and short skirt, and as she made her way towards them, Felix couldn't help but stare at her body lustful
"You are free to leave, Alice. Thanks for your help." Scott said while heading upstairs. "And, Felix, you can pick any room you want. Feel free." He added before exiting the place.Alice nodded before turning around and began to walk away. Felix glanced at her as she walked away, and when he attempted to approach her he remembered Scott's words and frowned before heading upstairs.Scott pushed the door of his room open and stepped inside. He pulled his shirt off and trousers before stepping into the bathroom and shut the door. Scott took a shower, and after several minutes he walked outside with a white towel around his waist, and water dripping from his body.Scott opened his bag and brought out a pair of clothes. He wore the clothes swiftly before sitting down on his bed with the notepad in his hand. The same notepad he got from Alice that had all the information about Juan Carlos and his brother written on it.Scott scanned through the schedule of Juan Carlos until he finally spott
The man on the floor was covered in bruises, bleeding profusely from several parts of his body. He was crying and pleading for mercy, insisting over and over that he had learned his lesson. However, his oppressor showed no sign of stopping. He continued to kick him brutally in the chest and strike him mercilessly with a stick, ignoring every desperate plea.The place was crowded with people, all of whom had their gazes fixed intently on the brutal scene unfolding in front of them. Not a single person moved to help, nor did anyone attempt to plead with the aggressor to stop. They all just stood there, observing the violence while some made joyful noises, clearly enjoying the scene playing out right before their eyes.Scott stood among the crowd, watching as well, his fists clenched tightly and his blood boiling with anger. He wanted to step in and help the man, but memories of the last time he tried to help in a similar situation held him back. The memory of when he helped the lady at
Scott and Felix navigated the bustling streets of Mexico City, weaving through throngs of people as they made their way toward the marketplace."So, are you really just gonna kill him when you see him?" Felix asked, his gaze steady on Scott as they continued walking.Scott exhaled, pulling a silver revolver from his pocket. "That thought crossed my mind," he admitted, loading the empty chambers with bullets one by one. "But I can’t. There'll be too many eyes on him. If I just shoot him on the spot, it won't end well for me." He tucked the revolver back into his belt, glancing around warily.Felix shrugged, trying to think of alternatives. "Then what if you hide? Find somewhere out of sight, somewhere far from the crowd. Or just stay behind something and shoot when he’s making his big speech. By the time they notice, you'll already be gone," he suggested, his tone half-serious.Scott considered it for a moment, his face thoughtful. "Risky. But I’ll think about it. I just want this miss
"Scott, they're all too busy receiving their money. No one will even notice us here. I think this is the perfect opportunity," whispered Felix, who was still in the shop with Scott, several meters away from the crowd.Scott's expression darkened as he considered the plan for a few moments. Then, with a determined look, he pulled out his revolver and cocked it. Felix instinctively took several steps back when he saw the gun gleaming in Scott’s hand.Scott held the revolver steady, his gaze fixed intently on Juan Carlos, who was still busy distributing money to the crowd and delivering a speech. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the man, and he slowly raised his gun, finger resting on the trigger, prepared to fire. Just as Scott was about to pull the trigger, he felt a small hand wrap around his right leg.A puzzled expression crossed Scott's face. He looked down to find a little girl, no older than four, clutching his leg. Her wide eyes were filled with tears, and sweat trickled down
Once Juan Carlos was out of sight, Felix stepped up to Scott, who was still staring at the card.“I thought you planned to act like a poor beggar or something… Now, suddenly, you’re a businessman? So much for keeping a low profile,” Felix remarked with a hint of sarcasm.“One thing about plans is that they always change,” Scott replied, tucking the card into his pocket. “And besides, I got what I wanted—a ticket to the party.” A sly grin spread across his face."So you're gonna attend the party of the same man you traveled all the way here to kill?" Felix asked, his gaze fixed intently on Scott."I missed a chance to kill him this afternoon...that probably happened for a reason. I might have gotten caught if I shot him. So now we have to wait and act with caution. The party will definitely get us a lot of information about that man, and when we find the perfect opportunity we will strike and leave without any trace." Scott articulated as he began to walk towards the exit door of the s