Who Killed Phone Guy Novels & Stories

he let out a painful cry, and blood spurted out of his chest and he fell on the ground, dead. What the hell? Did he just kill himself to keep the identity of the Master a secret? Despite the biting cold, this incident made me perspire. My forehead was dotted with drops of sweat. Never did I expect you to become so strong that your men would courageously sacrifice their lives to keep you a secret. You have come a long way. Suddenly I heard a phone ringing. It was the deceased phone. I took it out from his pants' pocket. It was a call from YOUR HIGHNESS!

Suddenly, Taylor’s phone started to ring before he even finished his sentence. He looked at his phone and laughed. “You say my brother’s been killed? Have a look, he even called back.” He flashed the screen of his phone, on it displayed the name “Liam Stone”. To flaunt his ego, Taylor tapped on the speaker function on his phone and answered the call. “Hey boss…” On the other side, a trembling voice replied. “B… Boss, you have to get out of there. Tyson Woods killed our boss… We’re finished, we’re finished… Ahhhh…”

Covering his face with his palm, he regretted the events of that year. He should have stayed by her side and all these wouldn't have happened. Just when he was lost in grieve his phone rang. Noel picked up his phone and connected the call. "Hello Master" He spoke first. "I heard the vice Was killed during his first night?" The man's voice came from the other side "Yes. It happened that way" Noel gripped the phone tightly as he responded. "Then, it has nothing to do with us. You just have to watch the progress." The voice from the other side said and hung up.

Zac loosened his grip, and his phone fell onto the floor. After a while, he came back to his senses. He picked up the phone and yelled, “Who died? Who got into a car accident? The security guard said he’d seen Manny, and you’re telling me he’s dead now? Did the security guard see a ghost? “Did Sloan ask you to say that?” After that, he stared angrily at me. But it was as if I could not feel his anger. I was just staring at Manny’s ashes in shock.

Dipping my hands in my pocket, I removed my phone and dial a number. "è fatto, vengo per i miei soldi" [It's done. I'm coming for my money] The pistol slid into the waistband of my trousers, a cold comfort against my skin. I pulled on my coat, a futile attempt to shield myself from the chilling reality that had just unfolded. The house was a macabre tableau, a silent testament to the violence I'd unleashed. My men, once a formidable force, were now mere echoes in the empty rooms. Their lives, extinguished with careless abandon, haunted the silence.

- Report to the CSU from across the line. - Whatever it is. Tell me. - You felt the spine of your back shiver. - The fingerprint of the phone we found at the scene, the information accessed, everything indicates that we have the killer under our eyes, someone who infiltrated without raising suspicion.... - He paused while the commander’s eyes were filled with tears. - I’m very sorry Petter, but John Martinez is Andy’s killer. - concluded.

"Hello?" "Who are you? Let Ornard talk to me." "Ornard can't answer the phone. He's in the mortuary," the other party replied indifferently. Was Ornard was really dead? But how? Angel trembled and asked, "What happened?" "Ornard killed someone and attacked the police. He was shot dead on the spot!" "How... how is that possible? Who... who are you?" Angel asked. "I'm the cop!" After the phone was hung up, Angel couldn't help falling back. The nurse noticed and quickly held her.

He could no longer contact the men he had ordered to kill Zendrick Montemayor. “Damn! Useless!” he threw his phone in frustration, but he froze when he sensed someone else nearby. He looked around and his gaze locked on the dark alley. “Mr. Clark Cortis.” He froze even more and cold sweat broke out on his skin. His eyes widened when the light revealed the person who had called him. “Fuck!” he shouted and tried to run, but a baseball bat slammed into his leg and he fell face-first to the ground. “Trying to escape, old man?” Philip smirked.

He could literally smell the blood…maybe even taste it. As quietly as he could, he turned and rushed down the hallway. On his way out of the building, he pulled out his phone and called the police lady. The woman answered on the third ring. “Something happened,” The words rushed out of his mouth. “Malek is at the Chambers; he just killed someone. He just killed a councilman. And I think I’m next.” “F*ck,” The lady cursed under her breath. “We’re currently at Councilman Sloan’s house, and he’s dead; his son also.”

That was the only plausible explanation to the whole situation. I reached for my phone which was blaring up in my pants pocket. It was Rdyer. "Rdyer,has there been any news?"I asked. "No not yet" he responded. I heard him say something to someone in the background before turning his attention back to the phone. "Alpha Manuel,I have just been informed that the death was not a sucide"He said. I nodded.It was just as I thought. "Okay,keep me posted for anymore news"I instructed before ending the call.