Novel & Cerita True Crime Big Potato Black Hand

the man assured him. "A life for a life," Ethan growled through clenched teeth. The men around him nodded in silent agreement. "You got everything we needed from him? I want every piece of information that bastard has," Lucas asked, his gaze never leaving the unconscious criminal. "Yes, sir. We have everything. He was stubborn at first, but we got what we wanted in the end," the man replied with a satisfied smirk. "So, no one would come looking for him if he suddenly disappeared? No relatives, no friends... basically a parasite living off society," Darvid remarked casually, studying the battered man with dark amusement.

Right in front of us, as we got out of the car to slowly make our way forward, a car revved its engine and sped off towards the ramp while people cheered and screamed. For a second, it looked like he would make it. I watched with wide eyes, my stomach twisting when the ramp collapsed and the car flipped midair before crashing into a ball of flames. Just like that. The man was dead and no one batted an eye. “Oh my god…” I clapped a hand over my mouth. “Blood, spectacles…. It's all how it works.” He pointed off to the sleek black car that looked out of place. “That's Slade.”

The policemen, realizing something was off from their conversation, brought them in. One of the policemen addressed Clifford, "Mr. Holmes, based on what we know, your wife was hospitalized after she developed lobar pneumonia. She passed away the night before Easter. The hospital explained that her death was a result of a heart attack triggered by emotional turmoil, but things seem to be more complicated from the conversation you shared with Ms. Harding."

He didn't know how she was doing at Mystic Lake. The secretary went out, Nick Jonah came in with a tablet in his hand. "What's the matter?" Callan did not summon him. Seeing him come at this time, he knew that he must have something to say. Nick nodded and put the tablet in front of Callan. He clicked a few times on the screen and said, "Master Handerson, look at this video. The people below found it in a pawnshop." Callan looked down at the screen and saw a yellow-haired man sneaking into the pawnshop. After talking with the staff for a long time, he took out a yellow thing from his pocket.

Lyon asked, his deep tone easy, but there was something beneath it, something that watched more than it spoke. “Just their truck,” I said, meeting his gaze now. “It’s off the road near Hangman’s Bend. They weren’t in it.” Something in him stilled, subtle enough that most people wouldn’t catch it, but I did. “Then you’re starting to see what happens when people spend too much time around Blackhand,” he said, pushing to his feet. “They’ll be lucky if they turn up breathing.” I didn’t like how certain he sounded, or how easily he said it, like this was nothing new to him.

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

is Blacky. “I know... That most of my information... is not a secret anymore to the upper realm sect” Zhu Wushang uses the severed hand to lightly pat that man in black cheek slowly. Then, he speaks again in a lazy tone. “Your information might tell you that… I’m a nice person but… In truth… I’m only nice to my friends and family.” At this moment Zhu Wushang threw the spy hand at Blacky. “My hand!!!!” A despairing objection scream of that man in black makes no difference to Blacky. It opens its jaw wide and eats the severed hand in one bite.

*Bang* Although Mane held back, Black Hand felt like he had been struck with the power of a hundred bulls. He was flung several meters away, and his broken figure fell haphazardly onto the ground. “Last one,” Mane was slightly out of breath. Even for him, doing this wasn’t easy. His sharp eyes scanned the area, looking for any possible hiding spots. Then he remembered something he had read before. “Snakes can dig holes and hide underground. And so can Foxes” That was how Black Hand had been able to get away. He was underground the entire time! He had only revealed himself because his underground hiding spot was invaded by the smoke from the smoke bomb.

The next morning, tension was thick in the air. The TV blared the news, and the headline hit like a gut punch. Henry Blackthorn, the alleged leader of a notorious drug cartel got himself arrested after a wild raid of the building, chained to a chair with two dead bodies laid next to him with a sign in his hands,“I abducted a woman. I am guilty”.

From the start—neglect, activities in perversion—to now, forcing their son into a marriage. They were making money off livestreams and laundering money simultaneously. I handed everything I had compiled straight to the police. From there, they would get the punishment they deserved. Instead of thinking about capturing me, they should worry about getting out of jail. Ultimately, Mom and Dad were arrested. Archer, however, remained in the hands of that old lady. Wasn't he all about money and the lavish life in a huge villa? He had all that now. Ever since coming to Genevia, I had been making many new friends from all over the world. Although studying could be exhausting, it was all worth it.