Iniesta and the rest of the comrades headed swiftly towards the area where they heard the gunshot. Arriving there, the first thing they saw was the body of one of their fellow comrade. He laid down there motionless, and his whole body pale.Iniesta dropped to one knee and began to examine the man. He glanced at him from head to toe with his blood boiling in anger."Iniesta, over here!"While he was busy examining the body of his foreign comrade, he heard Luis's voice from a distance. Iniesta rose back up and walked towards Luis."Damn it." Iniesta cursed after catching sight of another dead comrade. There was a hole in his core head and blood gushing out of it and filling the whole floor."That bastard did this." Iniesta spat, anger evident in his voice as he glanced at the dead man."Don't you think it's time we call Bolasco and the rest? We've already lost two men. If Mr. Fernando learns about this we'll be in trouble." Luis muttered with a frown, clearly feeling uncomfortable by In
A dark-skinned man with rough black beards and braided hair, clad in a black leather jacket, could be seen sitting on a black bike with several other gangsters sitting on their bikes beside him. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and the whole area was filled with smoke due to everyone smoking.The street was bustling a few minutes ago with several people walking around here and there and shops that were selling goods by the corner of the street. However, when this group of men arrived there and decided to chill there and blow some smoke, the whole place became deserted.The people that were once passing decided to take a whole new route to avoid passing through this street, and the shops that were was open were now shut down.Everyone became terrified the moment they arrived because they were quick to recognize the leather jackets these men wore and they knew exactly who they were. They were the members of a notorious gang led by a powerful man, Mr. Fernando.Even though Bolasco and h
Scott halted his steps abruptly upon hearing Iniesta’s words, lifting his hands in the air as if signaling defeat.“Drop your weapons and turn around, slowly! You’ve done enough! You killed all my men! But now, I’ve finally captured you!” Iniesta spat angrily, his gun unwavering as it aimed at Scott, who stood still with his hands raised, motionless in the moonlit alley.“Are you deaf? I said drop your gun and turn around!” Iniesta’s voice grew louder, irritation evident.“You know,” Scott began in a soft voice, still facing away from Iniesta, “I overheard your comrade talking earlier. He mentioned something about calling someone—some man named Bolasco. From what I gathered, you aren’t in charge here. Bolasco is. And I’m certain he ordered you to call him once you found me, but you decided to handle it yourself, didn’t you?”Scott paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to linger in the tense silence. “You thought catching me on your own would be easy. You figured if you
Scott stood over Iniesta, whose body lay still on the cold concrete floor, blood oozing from the wound in his head. The dark pool expanded slowly beneath him, its crimson color contrasting with the dim light that flickered across the dilapidated room."Fool," Scott spat disdainfully.He had no intention of ever playing the Russian Roulette game. The very suggestion had been nothing more than a clever ruse, a psychological trap set to make Iniesta lower his guard. And it had worked. Iniesta had fallen for it, driven by his thirst for revenge and blind ambition. Scott's calm manipulation had turned Iniesta into the architect of his own death.Scott stood motionless for several minutes, his sharp gaze fixed on the lifeless body. His mind was already calculating the next steps. He had no need to feel guilt or remorse. In this world, it was kill or be killed, and he had simply survived. The air in the room was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder. His muscles remained tense, ready
Scott halted his steps after hearing the words of Oliver, and he turned around to face."You're pretty late, man. Infact, we are already rounding up. This is unlike you. What's up?" Oliver spoke further as he approached Scott."Uhm.. I was a bit sick that's why." Scott lied, trying to maintain a calm and collected demeanor."I see. So did you tell boss about it?" Oliver inquired."No, I didn't. But I will soon." Scott responded."Oh, alright then. I hope you get better soon." Oliver patted his shoulder softly, and when he attempted to leave he caught sight of a crimson stain on Scott's shirt and hand."Wait, is that blood?" Oliver asked, moving closer to Scott to get a clearer view of the stain.Scott lowered his gaze and saw the stain, and he swiftly wiped it with his palm."This is the same shirt I wore yesterda, so it must be a stain from a red paint." Scott responded as he wiped it off."I see." Oliver nodded. "Allright. Catch you later. A lady camd here looking for you earlier bu
Scott's heart raced as he dashed into the factory and swiftly made his way to the office. He pushed the door open and stepped inside."Scott, what's the matter?" Oliver blurted out after Scott barged inside with his face drenched in sweat."Where are the rest of the female workers?" He asked while scanning the office."I don't know, they went to take pictures somewhere in the factory. I'm not sure about it though." Oliver responded audibly. "Why are you asking?" He asked.Scott walked closer to him and placed both hands on his shoulder, "Listen to me. I want you to tell all factory workers to evacuate the building and go somewhere far away! I'll find the female workers and also get them out of here.""Why? What's going on, man?" Oliver questioned in bewilderment after hearing the words of Scott."The lady you told me about...the one who came looking for me earlier, she planted a bomb in here. As we speak it's currently counting down, and in less than five minutes this whole fucking pl
Scott picked himself back up slowly several minutes after the explosion, and he shifted his gaze towards the paint factory that was now on fire. He glanced at the burning building, his blood boiling in anger, and his two fists clenched tightly.He never expected Nadine to go this far just to punish him for what he didn't do. This just made it obvious that she was wicked and has no heart, and she's just using 'revenge' as a camouflage.There were several workers in the building and if Scott was a minute late they would have all died alongside him."Damn that woman." Scott muttered through gritted teeth as he glared at the building. "I can't keep letting this happen. Nadine has to be taken care of before things escalate. She already made the first move, it's my turn to make a move of my own." Scott mused before the gril with a broken leg still on the floor, unable to move."Are you okay?" Scott inquired."Yes... yes, I am." She responded shakily, still in shock by the whole thing. "What
The crowd of workers began to speak collectively after Chief Jim asked a question, and all hands were pointed at one man... Scott.Chief Jim turned to face Scott with a slight look of puzzle, and he made his way towards him."Scott? What are you doing here?" Chief Jim inquired, his gaze fixed on Scott."I work here, Chief. Or I used to work here." Scott replied."I see." Chief Jim nodded as he took off his brown hat and wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead with his sleeve before putting it back on. "So, can you tell me what happened?" He asked."Metal collided against each other, caused a spark of fire, and the spark caused the explosion." Scott told him the same made up story he has been telling everyone that asked. That was the reasonable explanation he could come up with that would cover the fact that it was a bomb."Those guys over there said that you mentioned something about a bomb that was planted by a lady. Is it true?" Chief Jim lowered his voice and inquired."It wasn't