Suffering
Chapter 19
The figure of the man wearing a short-sleeved plain black shirt removed the sunglasses perched on his nose as his phone rang. An email from a private account is signed in. The black T-shirt man frowned after reading the contents of the email message.
He changed his sitting position, now he faced each other with four figures of a burly man sitting in front of him. Thin smoke with the smell of nicotine billowed through the air as one of the burly men exhaled.
"What's wrong?" asked the burly man while throwing cigarette nipples in any place.
"The boss just sent me an email. He wants to meet us in the old building. But it's weird. Usually the boss will call directly. And here he sends an email with a private account." Black man t-shirt scratching the back of the head.
"Let's. If we want to keep making a lot of money. We have to see him." The burly man stood up while wearing his leather jacket.
They boarded a Jeep parked on the side of the road. Then drove the car through the asphalt road that looks hollow. Jeep cars go pretty fast under the dim lights of the road. Several times the tires of the car slightly slipped when the puddle with mud in the middle of the road.
Half an hour passed. The Jeep stopped in the front yard of a worn and shabby building. There was so much moss stuck to the wall as the five burly men walked into the building.
A foul smell instantly came welcoming when the burly man was inside. Occasionally they close their noses, also wagging their hands when the foul smell that increasingly stings the nostrils.
"Boss! We have come!" exclaiming black shirt man.
"Hey, did you really get an email from the Boss in this old building? Where does he want to come to this dirty, smelly place?" The burly man kicked the old bottle of drinking water that was scattered on the muddy ground.
The man in the black shirt squinted as someone stood in front of the dark building.
"Boss, is that Boss?" asked the man in the black shirt, one step ahead, now they stand facing each other just a few meters away.
A smile glimpsed on the lips of the figure. Slowly he walked out of the darkness. It shows her body wearing black pants and also wearing a black hoodie. Her face was invisible with Hoodie's hood covering her head up to her face.
"He's not our boss!" exclaimed the burly man while pointing at the figure who was now standing in front of them.
"Who are you? You're not our boss!"
"Indeed, no" replied the figure in a half-slow tone.
His hands began to hold Hoodie's hood. He slowly began to pull the hood, removing it from the top of his head. Her face began to look, revealing her thin and beautiful lips. Her nose was sharp, her face white and smooth.
The figure of the black T-shirt started to step back away with his wrinkled forehead. Several times he wiped the sweat that started to wet his forehead.
"I asked again! Who're you?" The man in the black shirt pointed his index finger forward.
A smile spread across his lips as the hoodie slipped from overhead. Now it can be seen clearly if the figure is none other than Kevin.
"I'm not your boss. I think you're a little stupid to believe that private account is your boss." Kevin laughed softly while shrugging both shoulders.
"Whatdoyouwant! We have nothing to do with you, boy! Don't play with us!" The black t-shirt man folded both hands in front of the chest of his field.
"I will not let go of anyone who is close and has anything to do with Guren! I won't let them live long" said Kevin among the glare of his eagle-covered eyes.
"of course. How could I not know that b*ass." Kevin put both hands in his hoodie pocket.
"How dare you mention our Boss with such low and disgusting words! We won't let you go after what you've done!"
"Oh, really? I thought it was you guys I wouldn't let out of here alive." Kevin grinned wide.
He reached into his hoodie pocket, grabbed a gun which he then directly pointed forward, facing the five burly men.
"There's a last word?" asked Kevin on his mouth who kept grinning widely.
The five stout-bodied grabbed the folding knife from behind their pockets. He ran forward, attacking Kevin.
"alright. No last words apparently."
When the hand was wrapped in plain black gloves it pulled the trigger. Sparks of fire shot out from the tip of the gun along with a few bullets that moved towards the burly fifth.
When the bullet hit the heads of the five burly men. Their bodies fell to the muddy ground as the heads exploded, spurting a thick red liquid. Splashing the thick red liquid, to make all of Kevin's clothes, face and hair exposed to a thick red liquid that pooled in the moss-filled scuffles.
"Now what will Master Guren do when all his men explode? I don't think it's ethical if I don't show him this surprise."
Kevin reached into the jacket pocket, grabbed his phone. Kevin photographed all five burly men who had gone lifeless several times, then sent the photo to Guren.
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Cold sweat soaked his face and hands when Guren got a photo submission of all his dead men with terrible conditions.
"Is it really Kevin who's done all this? Is he really going to take revenge on me? What am I supposed to do?"
He bit his fingernails while continuing to pander. Sometimes he tries to call the number that sent the photo to him. But the number was immediately inactive when the photo entered.
"Damn, shit! What if Kevin's gonna kill me too, just like my men? Was Alicia's death also due to it?
That guy's. Yeah, the kid I met in prison, he must have worked with Kevin. Damnit damnit! It's no longer a joke."
Hana came when Guren was biting his own fingernails. The middle-aged woman grabbed Guren's two hands, holding him tightly.
"What are you doing? Do you miss Alicia?" hana asked with a look in my eyes.
Guren was silent and did not answer. Hana clasped Guren's hand even more tightly, leaving a reddish mark as Guren withdrew his hand.
"I'm doing fine. I may miss our daughter. You know, the death of our daughter was really unattainable until now," Guren said as he turned his face away from Hana.