Gol D Roger Execution Novels & Stories

I winced as I felt him pull. "Bring me my gold," he said. I stared at him for a moment. He looked at me seriously, as if he knew that I truly knew about the gold. I started crying again. "P-Please, don't do this. Please. H-How can I give something I don't even know about?" Rodrigo suddenly became serious, and I let go of him. I gasped when he quickly drew a gun from his side and pointed it at Lawrence. "Then they will die," he said and immediately shot Lawrence's thigh. Blood gushed out.

Two loud gun shots was heard and Micheal drops to the ground dead . " Dispose his body " Roger said and two mobsters drag his body away . At that minute the door opens and Victor enters inside, his face showed no surprise as he saw the mobsters dragging the dead body away it is obvious he sees the type of thing everyday . " Hey Mr Tiger" Roger said waving to him . Victor looks at him dully and seats next to Boss sometimes Roger tend to act like a kid . " How was the meeting" Boss asks . Victor sighs " not good , the Governors were all asking about the bomb whether it was a sign of an upcoming terrorist attack"

I sat with my eyes closed only I did not feel any pain when I opened my eyes I see blondy and is that Rodrigo? Struggling with the gun. 'Let.Go.' 'I need to kill that bitch.' 'Stop it if he finds out you killed her he will kill you too.' this coming from Rodrigo and I just sat there confused is he in it with them too?but Rodrigo seemed like a good guy he couldn't could he? 'No don't you get it if you kill her it's over.' he finally managed to get the gun from blondy and she glared at him then she looked at me.

he expressed, giving the thumbs up. Miguel fixed, his demeanor still hard. Miguel and Gio remained over Rodriguez's fallen structure, their eyes cold and working out. Gio stooped down and squeezed his gun against the oblivious man's sanctuary. "A single shot to the head, and this is finished," Gio said, his voice low and deadly. Miguel gestured, a dreary fulfillment in his eyes. "Do it," he said, his voice conclusive. Gio pulled the trigger, the shot ringing out in the distribution center. Rodriguez's body went limp, his head lolling aside.

I, too, also wondered about that. ‘‘What happened?’’ A deep voice with a slight trace of worry suddenly sounded accompanied by hurried footsteps approaching us. A man whose name was Roger then appeared right beside us to see my situation. ‘‘Oh, damn, my 1 million gold is really trying to kill herself.’’ ‘‘What should we do, Boss? Tie her up?’’ The man pinning me on the wall asked. ‘‘No, how can I leave scars on such a beautiful and delicate body?’’ Roger was worried that wouldn't sell me for a good price.

"Kill anyone you see and take whatever's valuable. I want you back out here in under five minutes.' There could still be more men coming, but this is a priority. He needs to kill anyone who might have seen them. He opens the car' s door and sees Eduardo sitting inside. The man in the back with him has his gun pressed to his temple, and Roger has a gun pointed at Eduardo's face. Damien shuts the door and sinks into the backseat with a sigh. He tells the other man, "You can leave now. Thank you." It's him and Roger now, and Eduardo of course. He knows there isn't much time left, but he finishes his cigarette. Eduardo hasn't said anything yet, but what could he possibly say? He lost, miserably.

"Leon?" "Yes?" "Shut up and drive." He laughed good-naturedly, shaking his head, then, as if suddenly remembering something, he went into business mode. "We got a report this morning," he said, whipping out his phone, thumbing through the screen and handing the phone over to me. I took it and stared at the screen. There was a picture of Roger, one of our drug runners, pulled up on the screen. "This is Roger." "He went missing yesterday. Vanished in thin air with fat pounds of coke."

asked Roger. “Do you know about King… something?” asked Rose. “King?” asked Roger. “Yeah, everyone called him devil boss,” replied Rose. “Oh no! Are you talking about Kingsley Aguilar?” “Yes, him!” said Rose. Her breath grew shaky. “What… what did he do?” Roger gritted his teeth. “No one is allowed to touch you! I will kill him! I will kill him. What did he do?”

Errol said coldly, “I chose my path. If you hadn't chosen him back then, I wouldn't have done this!” With a roar, Errol raised his arm. The bull-headed silhouette behind him also raised his fist, triggering the surrounding black mist. He threw a punch at Roger on the ground! Boom! A huge explosion was followed by scattered debris and spreading energy! A deep pit several meters deep was blasted out by that punch! Roger retreated several meters as he stared at Errol indifferently and said, “Very well. Let the two of us fight it out in the same realm.” What that said, Roger had disappeared from the spot!

“Then head for the Old Ford Lock. Stay off the towpath, take the streets.” Roger didn’t hesitate, but turned and, leaping from the engine house, brought his hatchet down on the neck of a floater coming over the gunnel, spun and took out another’s knee. Dewey, with his staff held horizontally before him, rushed two more floaters to the bow and drove them into the water. With the windlass shoved through his wide belt and his crooked teeth bared in a grimace, Patsy swung his staff taking out the feet of a floater on the dock, then, using the gunnel as a springboard, leapt onto the platform and sprinted toward the lock mechanism. A born footballer, Patsy sidestepped and ducked his shoulders, elu