Chapter thirty-nine

Unknown POV

Somewhere inside the creepy basement of an abandoned house, in a thick and motionless bushy surrounding, was sitted Tunde Ibrahim and his men. That was his hiding place since he escaped from prison several months ago. They had to kill some prison guards, disguised themselves as guards and escaped through the help of some prison guards they had bribed.

There was an old classical music playing on the background, as Tunde Ibrahim watched his men fought over who was next to brew coffee, on the old caffein maker. Fighting for food, shouting and yelling at each other. Yelling at the tv were they were watching a football match. Fighting over food, arm wrestling, carrying out fraudulent activities on different systems.

Heavy footsteps started descending from what sounde