Suffering
Chapter 11

The burly man sat in the front seat of a shabby wooden table with a petromax lamp on it. His burly hand held a maroon-red envelope with a yellow string wrapped around the middle of the envelope.

The scorpion tattoo attached to the right arm is clearly visible when he takes off his black leather jacket. The burly hand slowly pulled the yellow cord in the middle of the envelope, now the envelope was open, showing a piece of paper with the writing looking slightly disheveled.

"This letter tells us to come to the tower of the building where we shot Gravil. It is written in this letter if there is any evidence left there.

But I don't see who sent or wrote this letter" said the scorpion-tattooed man after a long time his eyes read the letter.

"Maybe that person wants to help us. You know, we used to be ex-mercenaries. And maybe that person was one of those who wanted to help us" said the burly man who sat opposite the scorpion tattoo.

Moist room makes hot and sultry air directly attack the skin pores. Until making a burly man also take off his brown leather jacket. Now it is clear that there is a bat tattoo attached to his right arm.

"Then we can go there. Do not let the evidence lead us to the snare of the law" said the scorpion tattooed while wearing a black leather jacket on his muscular body.

They downed a glass of coffee that had not reflected the thin smoke in the air quickly. They stood up while wearing their leather jackets. The burly hand that still held one cigarette he threw away in the middle of the place while walking towards the Jeep car in front of the building without the door.

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The black sedan stopped by the side of the road. Carlos slightly glanced at the rearview mirror that showed behind the wheel. Kevin sat down and crossed his legs.

"Young Master, may I ask you a question?"

"What's up, Carlos?" asked Kevin without looking. His eyes focused on the screen of the phone in front of him.

"Who was the letter you sent yesterday, sir?" ask Carlos.

"Why do you want to know, Carlos? I just need you to take me wherever I go" Kevin said as he placed the flat object on the chair.

"Sorry, Young Master." Carlos lowered his face.

A smile with a wide grin was engraved on Kevin's lips when the Jeep stopped by the side of the road not far from the black sedan parked. Kevin grabs his phone, puts it in his jacket pocket while getting out of the car.

The two burly men had a chance to look at each other, then nodded their heads before they got out of the car. Then they half-run with their legs slightly tiptoed into the building.

The scorpion tattooed man stopped in front of the stairs with his furrowed forehead. The bat tattooed on the back stopped.

"What's up, man?" ask the guy tattooed a bat.

"There's something strange here. Why are there no cctv cameras here? The last time we came here there were quite a lot of cctv cameras" the scorpion tattooed man said as he circulated the gaze in all directions.

"That's it. This is actually good for us. Let's continue the search" get a bat tattoo. The scorpion tattoo nods while walking up the stairs.

Not long after, they finally arrived upstairs. They appear to be panting while propping up knees that are bent with both hands. Occasionally they wipe away the sweat that begins to wet the neck and forehead.

The roof of the building looks hollow, without a single guard. Their eyes focused on looking for evidence around the area. They searched all the objects there, including the thick maroon-red carpet under the round table there.

"There is no evidence. Have we been deceived?"

"Damn! We're tricked! Comeing! Get out of here!" ask the scorpion tattooed man, followed by his bat tattooed friend.

They turned around, about to step towards the entrance of the building. Just a few steps away, Kevin stood in the doorway. His back was leaning against the door, a smile with a wide grin on his lips as the two burly men gasped.

"Who are you!"

"I? Hah ... I'm just an ordinary person who wants to meet you guys," Kevin said quite casually and calmly as he folded both hands in front of the chest of his field.

The two burly men stepped back at the same time as Kevin walked over with a grin on his lips. In between his legs that stepped back slowly, the scorpion tattooed man reached into the back pocket of his pants, then grabbed a folding knife.

He pointed the folding knife right in front of Kevin's face, making the purple-eyed young man stop his steps which were only half a meter away from them.

"Don't move! Or you'll end up dead" said the scorpion tattooed man.

"God ...."

His mouth grinned widely, the purple iris of the eye seemed to light up under the moonlight. I don't know what made that burly hand suddenly tremble, dropping the folding knife. The scorpion tattooed man gasped, only to realize the folding knife was lying on the floor.

He crouched down, trying to get back his knife. But Kevin deftly stretched out his right leg, kicking the penknife away from the scorpion tattooed man.

"You're former mercenaries. But why do your faces look pale? Have you guys not eaten yet?" ask Kevin. His face was flat, but his mouth was still grinning widely.

The two burly men gasped while stepping back slowly. "What do you want with us?" ask the bat tattoo guy while putting his right hand behind his waist.

"I just want to ask you something important."

"What does it mean?" the head with the long hair of a shoulder tucked back it looks tilted.

"I just wanted to ask. Have you guys shot Mr Gravil? Just answer honestly, then I'll be kind to you, let you go" said Kevin. His mouth again grinned with satisfaction.

"What are you talking about? How could a soldier have harmed someone!" protesting the bat tattooed man.

"Heh .. Is that true? You guys are former mercenaries. Whatever you did in the past was for money."

The bat tattooed man fell silent, his mouth tightly clenched. Hands behind his waist he shook slowly as the scorpion tattooed man stood behind him. The scorpion tattooed man glanced at the flick of the hand slightly before returning to focus on Kevin.

"What is the evidence if we have harmed someone?" asked the bat-tattooed man, his tone seemed challenging.

"You still need proof?" Kevin tilted his head, as if he did not understand the man in front of him.

"Yes. We never feel like we hurt someone. So we're asking for proof!"

Spark fire came out of the end of the gun, throwing a bullet when the figure of the hand pulled the trigger.