Game Bunuh Bos Novels & Stories

Once the boss comes calling, he has to respond. He picked up two bombs. The bombs were the plan B. If he and his gangs could not kill the targets with guns, they would use the bombs to complete the work. He smiled at the smell of blood. He and his gang have a reputation to keep, and they have been failing so far. Paul’s pov

snapped one of the goons. “Why are we caring about that?” asked the second goon. “Remember what Boss said? No businessman or woman must be harmed because of gang war. If they won’t earn money, how will we extort money from them, you idiot!!” explained the first goon. “Right! right! hide!”

Shina said as he sat down on his seat but got interrupted by Korede. "We're not stealing anybody's fortune. That means death" Korede glared at Shina. That wasn't what they talked about. "Forget that one ,Korede. We need to spice this your drug business of a thing" "Should I kill him,boss?" Lekan asked Dami who was rubbing his head with the tips of his fingers. His eyes closed. "Hey,calm down"Shina gave Lekan lap a gentle pat. "I wish you could but we need him. So Shina, enough of all your bullshit. And let's have a real conversation ... Yesterday,we met with chief owoyemi, he gave us orders to kill Federico."

He was the only one that was wearing black, other in that room and those at the door from the restaurant were wearing pure white uniforms. The man was their boss and his name was BLACK MAN. He was a notorious adding criminal in US and it was only Buniyaminu's stepmother that he was working for but also uses to work as an hire assassin for other people and doing this for people not know that she was the one that he was working for.

Bode inquired, fuming. "No, me. Boss, this wan no one gree! " "You say? Where's your room! Where are your belongings? " Boss ordered. "Oh? Follow me. " Bode sighed, they fierce look focused furiously on him and it seemed like robbers were becoming scared of the one they came to rob from. "I'll smack your head with this rifle, Boss this one is full of himself. " another interrupted, walked towards Bode and knocked him with his gun; watching Bode spat out blood with a tiny cut near his nose while he raised his face up with anger.

A small gun is pressed in my hands. I stare at him expecting him to consider just like Butler Long. "Kill her." I hold the gun steadily but my fingers are all jittery and shaky. I have long wanted to pay her back for all the times she mistreated me. For pushing me to the point of desperation. I close my eyes and I press the trigger. "Po!" I open my eyes to see that I missed my target narrowly. "Perfect. Bravo!" He claps, happiness laced in his voice. He picks up the gun from me. "You do not mess with us."

And I saw the figure of a very handsome man, he looks older than my age but doesn't seem too far from our age gap. He's really handsome and very masculine, a mix of the Italian and Greek faces that my boss had previously told me about. He has extraordinary charisma and is handsome, but he also has an aura of terrifying cruelty. The handsome man also looks very angry at me, he holds my face tightly and makes me very scared. "I'm Riccardo Palermo! I'm the leader of the Palermo mafia and no one is allowed to enter our area! Or you will end up dying after this, for having dared to enter my territory!"

"I've been hunting beasts like this for a long time, having him beneath my fingers would've been another level. He then picked up his phone, dialed a number. "He's been spotted, and I'm sure he's somewhere in this metropolis. If He's one of the kinds that I've been waiting for, then bullets and ammunition might not work against him, except my specially designed needles. Load ten of our men…no, twenty rather. Load each and everyone of them with needle snipers Used for hunting gorillas. Let's start hunting him now or else BIG BOSS gets his hands on him", he made the command and then ended the call. He was about to leave the room when another call entered his phone. He went over to check the ca

“You’re alone on this boat now.” Without wasting another second, the boss and I fired our guns almost simultaneously. The shot was clean. Gus collapsed instantly, the bullet embedded directly into his forehead as his body dropped lifelessly onto the floor. The boss immediately rushed toward Joaquin, focusing on the metal collar around his neck. “Where the fuck is the key for this?” the boss demanded. “You don’t have to help me,” Joaquin said weakly as he stood up slowly. “You need to get out of this boat. Bombs were placed all around the place. They want the guns too.”

“Couldn’t you guess? So, I can shoot you both and I won’t be court-marshalled. You know this neon gun ruling is as stupid as it gets. You fanatic followers of that deranged leader thought it’s just a way for you to eliminate the Indigos. But you dim-witted neon people missed the fact you can also kill each other with your guns, and still get away from it. The regime is not merely eradicating its enemies. It is trying to reduce the number of the populace.” Jack was making a point in his observation. In just a few weeks many had died from bullets coming from Neon guns. The owners made it a point to claim the lives of Laude haters. There were no reports of Neon gun owners killing each other but