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
Scott and Felix walked through the entrance door and arrived in a vast hall. The hall was crowded with people who engaged themselves in a discussion with their friends and business partners, while some were sipping champagne and dancing to the slow music playing in the background.As the duo stood there glancing around, they caught sight of Juan Carlos walking toward them. He was clad in a blue duty and a glass of champagne was held in his right hand."You're that tourist... welcome to my home." Juan Carlos spoke up after arriving in front of Scott, and they both shook hands."Lovely place you got here." Scott commented."Make yourself comfortable. There are drinks and food to go around. Have fun before the time of my big speech arrives." Juan Carlos remarked. "By the way, would you like me to introduce you to a few billionaire friends of mine? You mentioned something about owning an import and export business earlier today." He added."That would be very nice. Thank you." Scott nodde
"You mean Juan Carlos has enemies in here?" Scott asked."Yup. Enemies pretending to be friends." Felix replied. "I think it would be best for us if we leave here right now, man." He added."Why? What's going on?" Scott questioned."I stole this phone from one of the Puertisists, and I swiped through his emails and text messages. The Puertisists group and the rival political party are going to attack here tonight, and they will kill anyone just to get to Juan Carlos." Felix bellowed, and Scott gave a nod before shifting his gaze back to Juan Carlos who was still busy making his speech at the center of the hall."I'm telling you, man, we have to leave now. Based on what I read here there's going to be a bloody massacre in here tonight. Juan Carlos has been treating those guys badly for months and they have been keeping quiet...tonight it the night th y finally decided to fight back. Once they arrive they are going to kill anyone they see until they finally get to Juan Carlos. We should
A convoy of shiny black cars drove into the compound and pulled over in front of the mansion. The doors of the cars were opened and a group of men emerged, all armed with submachine guns, shotguns, and daggers. They shut the doors of their cars before walking towards the entrance e where the bulky guard could be seen."Excuse me? Who the hell are you guys and what's your business here?" The guard asked in a firm tone, his gaze fixed on the group of people approaching him.They kept walking forward, and when they were within strikng distance one of the men stretched forth his shotgun towards the man's head and pulled the trigger.BAM!A thunderous sound was heard as the man pulled the trigger. The head of the guard popped open like a balloon, blood splattered around as his body hit the floor, and his brain could be seen beside it..After taking care of the man, they knocked the entrance door down with a kick and walked into the hall where a crowd of people could be seen. The crowd were
"My room.. I'll be safe in there." He muttered shakily."I'll accompany you." Scott replied, and the duo began to head towards the staircase that krf upstairs.A few meters away, where Alejandro's men hid, the leader of the group spotted Juan Carlos heading upstairs with Scott."You guys should handle things over here.. I'll go get Juan Carlos." He said in a deep and menacing tone.Scott and Juan Carlos dashed towards the staircase that led upstairs, and as they ran forward they made sure they kept their heads down because of the bullets flying around. They finally arrived in front of the staircase and Juan Carlos was the first to head upstairs.Scott attempted to go but he caught sight of Rosa on the floor. She was already shot in both her legs and has lost a lot of blood."Please, help me." Rosa muttered in a painful tone after spotting Scott, and Scott just stood there with looks of contemplation. If he should bring her along now that she was badly injured she will definitely draw