Gangster Squirrel Mga Nobela at Kwento

The sniper was tight-lipped. Even under interrogation, he refused to budge, not answering a single question, let alone telling the police whom he served. There was nothing that they could offer him, not protection or leniency, that would get him to talk. Fortunately, the tattoo on his neck gave away his association. The three black pawprints in a triangular formation told Chief Callaghan that the sniper worked for the Bianchi crime family. When Chief Callaghan told Andrew about his findings, it was enough for Andrew to demand that Edoardo Bianchi be brought in for interrogation.

I saw the different shades of emotions cross his face; shock, confusion, disbelief. He took a step back, his eyes wide, lips parting as if to speak but no words came. Dante Moretti, the unshakable Mafia lord, looked utterly stunned.

I decided to stick to associations, so I could match some facts about those people… in the stupider way the better. “Ginger-hair Elliot Walton, purchasing department… He reminds me of a squirrel gathering nuts… I would call him Mr. Squirrel. Then we have… Harvey Brown, Nolan Fortin's deputy, sniper… He looks unpleasant… sneaky… a sneaky-sniper… I will call him Mr. Sneaky-Lizard!” I used my imagination to the fullest.

"This is not for us to eat, Ian, but I will make sure that we get some later," she replied. "Help me move the cage. Don’t worry," she saw the look on his face, "he won’t wake until I tell him to." She held up a dart and Ian smiled. They hauled the cage for a long distance until they were close to the private riding area of Lord Kurn. Sylvia put the squirrel in a bush next to the trail and covered a rag in its blood. "Wait here, Ian, I’ll be back in a little while."

7:15 AM. At 7:30 AM precisely, the private elevator chimed. Marcos let himself in. He carried a slim laptop bag and the faint, permanent scent of strong espresso and ozone. He was a compact man in his early thirties, with sharp, watchful eyes behind wire- framed glasses and dark hair cut short against his scalp. He wore a simple, expensive sweater and dark trousers. He looked like a venture capitalist or a software architect. He was, in fact, the most dangerous hacker on the eastern seaboard and the only person Liam trusted with the architecture of his entire empire.

“Do you know how many women you have ruined? Have you ever thought about their pain and suffering? Men like you are the scum of the earth. You justify every kill with your sick and sadistic crimes.” Then T-Rex let go of his rifle that hung across his chest and grabbed his Glock from its holster. “Wait a minute! I didn’t do nothing,” Squealer begged, ashen with fear. “It’s this guy.” Synmour pointed with his thumb to the one on his right. “He works for Cumberbatch and she knows all the Overlords. That’s why the fucker is silent.”

"But, we'll need Mrs Martin " "Don't worry about Blessing,I'll handle her." He fixed his jacket and stormed out… Michelle heaved and threw her head back on her chair. She liked working for the two Gangsters even in her next life she'd do anything for them. That's why she'd try anything to find the antidote for her boss. People said Gangsters are cruel and ruthless, but these two are far from that unless it's needed. ~~~

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Ms. Raines. I am..." Before he could finish his words, Officer Miles suddenly realized something and clapped his hands, saying, "Come to think of it, this man does have some connection with you. We've learned about the rumors online today, and this man is the editor-in-chief of the Squirrel Team. He was brought here by Mr. Flint's men." Officer Miles explained, pointing at the middle-aged man. Sydney understood the whole thing, and when she looked at the man again, the confusion in her eyes turned into coldness. "So, you are Mr. Guzman, the editor-in-chief of the Squirrel Team."

A habit he cultivated instead of smoking. Maverick's eyes widened in disbelief, unable to believe what he was seeing. The infamous crime boss, known for his ruthless efficiency, was sitting there licking a lollipop like a child. It was surreal. "Well?" DiCarlo said, his voice cold and hard. "Go on and answer his question." Maverick's mouth opened and closed, the words frozen on his lips. He had no idea what to say.

Livia was frightened, she moved on the chair and looked at the sleeping mobster. Livia was still reading when she noticed the sound of the knocks on the door of the clinic. Frightened, she kept her ears open to what was happening outside. She looked at Enrico and saw that the gangster slept soundly. Livia was thinking of waking him up, maybe it was some rival gang member trying to attack him. She stood up, her heart was fluttering in her chest, the sound of the knocks on the door was louder.