Black Ops 3 John Taylor 소설 & 이야기

Turning, I look at the guy. "Is she alive?" I left her, I fucking left her. "She's fine, Jasmine has checked, so don't worry. Now, do you remember everything?" My head shakes. "Just finding them, I remember seeing her face, seeing the cuts and bruises on her body, then nothing." Turning, I look back at his body. He has no fingers. His chest is cut open. I can't remember it. "From what Evaline has said when speaking to Lucia, his name is Taylor. He was Dale's partner in the force. He knew everything. He wanted his drugs back. He was part of it."

Chains. He almost laughed. "Really?" "I knew you'd be stubborn. So I had to do that," the voice said, footsteps approaching. The face came into view. Carlos wasn’t surprised. He had been on his way to kill this motherfucker before Kyla called him. Taylan Grayson. "Hello, RED," Taylan greeted. Carlos’s blood boiled as he muttered- "Hello, Whisperer."

God, Xavier—standing frozen, his guilt eating him alive. Carl saw the flicker in my face. He pounced. “Your friend , Taylor, isn’t it?” His voice was almost conversational, but I caught the gleam beneath it. “Brilliant with her fingers, they say. Codes, systems, walls. Walls can crumble, though. Do you think she’d last an hour under my men’s hands?” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.

Mark Taylor is a direct or indirect reason for Rose’s misery, and that was another reason Alex couldn’t feel bad for him. Alex just beckons Mike and he forwarded a bottle of water to him. Mark Taylor looked towards the officers in gratitude, took the bottle, unscrewed it, and gulp it down. After releasing a deep breath, he continued. “Till few years I could able to survive like a photographer, then one day I decided to not to continue like this and went to meet sir Joe Walton.” “There I saw all of them......” “Why do you want to meet Mr. Joe Walton at late hours?”

“Matt, would you mind if Taylor stayed for a few minutes? I have something I’d like her opinion on.” “She has things to do, Dad. Is it necessary?” “Very. We’ve tracked down someone who was hired to spy on her.” A few low growls could be heard in the room, which made the hairs on my arms stand up. Matt came over and pulled me behind him, shielding me from the already neutralized threat. “Who was it, and where are they?” he asked. “He’s a hitman and a very good one at that. One of the best, actually. Professionally, he goes by the name Hades, but I believe Taylor here knows him as Tyson.”

Seeing the look on Taliah’s face I look down, “is he married or something.” Shaking her head no Taliah took a deep breath, “he is like one of the top drug lords of New York Taylor...like in fact, he is one of the top drug runners in the US. Like he is deep in the mafia. Every time the cops arrest him the witness ends up missing or dead, evidence gets destroyed. Taylor, he isn’t a good guy.”

“And you still look like you’re trying too hard to be a rebel, Taylor. Those earrings must be heavy for a wolf of your standing.” The man, Taylor Norris, laughed. He turned his gaze to me and Tracy. “Allow me to introduce myself. Taylor Norris. I run the city’s logistics. One of you is the Whitmore who managed to snare the Afolayan wolf, and the other is Shaun’s little problem.” Lucien’s voice turned to ice. “You’ve done your reconnaissance, I see.” “I’m meticulous, Lucien. It’s why I’m still breathing.” Taylor gestured to a leather sofa. “Sit. Tell me why you’ve crawled out of your hole.”

"Easy peasy." A grin formed on his face as he turned to Kira; the latter shrugged, rolling her eyes. "We have two left." Said Kira as he walked towards the entrance. "I'll take care of it." Trevor asserted. "You sure act like the hero, and it makes me want to puke because we both know you are the villain." Ignoring her sass, Trevor yanked a gun from one of the dead security agents and dashed outside. He swooshed to the back of the two unsuspicious men whose eyes were on the building and, perhaps, waiting for them to come out.

He asked curiously, “Patrol Yost?” It was only then Taylor’s voice came from the other side. His tone brimmed with repressed rage. “Stop provoking him for now. Give him what he wants. Tackling him requires a long-term plan.” Carlson froze before he asked frantically, “Patrol Yost, w-what do you mean?” Taylor’s answer came bursting with anger. “Randall Zabka is dead! Kayson Yarde killed him! He’s only a grandmaster, but he’s crazy skilled and can kill a warlord!