"Uh-huh!" I tilted my head and looked at him, raising the handgun. Pow!
The bullet pierced through his neck.
The scene fell silent, nearly 30 thugs were wiped out by me alone.
I picked up the phone.
"What the hell happened, you bastards, who can tell me?"
"Hey, Martin Gustavo?"
"Who are you?" A strange voice entered Martin Gustavo's eardrum, his pupils contracted fiercely.
"My name is Kenny Clark!"
"Kenny Clark, I know you, Miami's butcher! What are you doing in Tanzande?"
"I never owe anything to anyone."
"WHAT?"
"You kidnapped my sister, hurt her, she is my angel, now, you will face my wrath, my fury, I will repay you tenfold."
"Are you threatening me?" Martin's fury equally erupted.
In Tanzande, he is the king, nobody can act like this.
"No no no, this is not a threat, it's mercy, for those poor girls, for Ella, for Kelly, for Martina, for myself, I will give you my final mercy."
