Huey Freeman Mga Nobela at Kwento

I came here to play, but he was already pleading. “Any last words?” Mr Freeman trembled, sweat trickled from his face. He was my target and I was instructed to kill on sight. “I have money!” “That's what they all say. Anyways it's probably your family that wants you dead,” I said standing from the seat. I pointed the gun at his head as his eyes grew in shock. He couldn't believe the people he trusted wanted him dead. Before he could say another word, I pulled the trigger and shot straight at his skull.

“Mr. Freeman, have mercy on me! I am just doing what I’ve been told to do. If it wasn’t ordered, I wouldn’t be daring enough to hit you…” “Who ordered you?” The man was stunned, and he was in despair. ‘I can’t expose him…’ “Not going to say?” John stood up and lit up the lighter. “I’ll say it! Mr. Freeman! Please don’t kill me! I still have a family to take care of. I can’t die…” “Then speak!” John was losing his patience so he only said a word. The man hesitated for a short moment and said with despair, “Leo Whittaker of Maxi Group.”