The Jobless Guy Who Has Come To Slay Mga Nobela at Kwento

Well,tell that to The Boss" said Roger taking another mouthful of his smoke and blowing it towards Tom. Tom ran through his fingers with his thumb, brushed his eye brawls, hardened his fist, hitting the door wide open "Hey boss" he said ignoring the guards around. The Boss was a small man with a very funny looking mustache, always had glasses on, although,he never seemed to need them. He was on his computer, typing very slow and musing every word to himself. "Kill him tomorrow, make it quick and painless" he screamed. "Tom, I didn't see you come in" he continued. There's this dude who feels he could mess with me, I mean, who steals from me, what a mess!" He slams the table.

She'd start her hunt from there, it's time to shake the Underworld again. "You're up, boss" Taylor finally entered, and she turned to look at her. "Get me Lambo" she ordered. "Here" Lambo came in with a smile. "Figured out you might ask for me immediately. The trainee who talked back at Sylvester is dead" she reported. "And where the f**k is Sylvester?" The devil asked. "Always here" the handsome guy replied, walking in with a black hat on his long black jacket. He's the main hitman of the gang.

If I wasn't restrained to this chair then I would kill each and every mother fucker in this room for betting such a low amount on me. “I have heard of him, he has done three jobs for a friend of mine and they were neat, spotless, not even a single evidence. I had tried to hire him too but he was picky with who he worked with, I was rejected in a minute. Seeing him now makes me happy, now he will do our dirty deed for free and I won't even have to pay him” the man in the black suit explained. Joy embedded all over his face from my agony, my pain. I was just a game to these men.

he said And smiled evilly. As if proving his words right we heard many footsteps outside the room. “We are surrounded, judging from their sounds, there seems to be thirty of them.” August said. Mr. M walked towards Dumeny. “Dumeny Ross. I heard you returned recently to the lawless city of slab. You were the hired assassin worked as a lone wolf (It’s a metaphor for someone who works alone). I heard you left your past life behind and joined your family business.” “And…” the guy named Mr. M walked towards me and August.

Jo fired again, turning the would-be matronly murderer into black char. The other guy was down but not out. He lay groaning on the ground, holding his shoulder. “Damn, I missed,” Jo muttered, placing her thick black boot on his neck and ignoring his pleas as she fired into his head. “Not this time,” she said as the sole of her boot thunked on the dingy, off-white linoleum, skidding in the pile of ash that occupied what used to be the outline of the Vampire.

I was carried off the stage, and I could hear the excited voices of the workers there, and soon I was face to face with the man Carlos and his friends called boss. "I knew you'd sell for a good price. Now a word of advice. Be obedient to your new owner. Serve him properly, and don't use your mouth so much, and you might just have a chance to live." He smiled and continued. "It'll be such a shame if you died"

"I told you, it was stolen! The m-money was stolen!" Their big boss appeared to be disappointed. I've seen a number of movies like this where they kill the individual when they can't repay what they owe them. Still, I told myself to calm down and still have faith that someone might save me, but over the past few hours I was here, no one did. The only person who turns out to be my savior won't come. He turned his back on me and left me all alone… but why the hell am I thinking of him again, by the way?

A guttural sound escaped his mouth before he replied “I’ve told you already I'm here to kill you” “But you don't know me, so why” I said hoping he would drop a name or something that would help me know who was behind this. “You’re right I don't know you, but my employer knows you and they ordered that you should be captured and killed. I'm only doing my job, no hard feelings.” He made it sound so easy like it wasn't a life he was about to take, like he was going grocery shopping or picking out new furniture. There was no trace of remorse or hesitation in his body language. He was a cold-hearted killer with a job to finish and the only thing standing in his way was my bravado.

He didn't show any nervousness despite having just murdered someone. Jamie swallowed and continued, his voice trembling, "I don't know the name of the person who hired us. All I know is that their surname is Lewis! Our boss called him 'Mr. Lewis'! We're here to kill someone called Sebastian!" Sebastian nodded slightly. He raised his hand and cut Jamie's throat. Right after that, he stabbed the remaining man in the heart. When everyone saw that the three gunmen were dead, there was a dead silence. The security guards and escorts were so frightened that they hardly dared to breathe.

I snarled, tightening my fingers around his throat, but strangely, his lips peeled back in a grimace and his eyes rolled in his head as a sudden convulsion seized him. I threw him to the ground in front of me and watched as he began to foam at the mouth. “Fucking poison,” I sneered. “The cowards way out,” Jack agreed with a solemn nod, “Sorry it took so long to get here, we were on another job.” “You didn’t have to come,” I answered flatly, “I can handle this myself.” “Never said you couldn’t Ryan,” He smirked, “But just so you know, these rogues, they’re mercenaries, part of a special group actually.”