THE GANGSTAR KING'S

Part 19 The king's

the Gangstar King - The

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"The King."

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Kriett

A young man in a formal suit stood firmly in front of the king's seat. In his hand was draped in a blood-stained white coat and black-coated documents.

“King,” pause momentarily. “ini document you want.”

With great care the young man stepped forward and placed the documents on the table. From every movement he made seemed so thorough, it was obvious that he was reluctant to make the slightest mistake in front of the figure full of authority. Although he should not be afraid of being beheaded if he makes a mistake, considering himself an important pawn in the chessboard of the king. But still, anyone would duck if faced with an aura of authority that felt suffocating.

Perhaps, breathing in front of him was already heavy.

The black cover was open, showing a white paper stained with black ink containing important data and information.

“How about him?”

“As said by the young master, and yesterday. “She's really good-looking.”

“I doubt can you will let my head stick to my neck, because it looks like—“

"Woah, I wouldn't guarantee your head is still where it is if the next sentence you're going to say is, 'I like it'."

The young man was silent instantly, the heavy aura of the 'king' alone was enough to weigh him down. And now coupled with the presence of two other figures who were just as terrifying. Oh, naw. This time it had a very bad reputation. He is nicknamed; The killing machine, The Bloodthirsty devil, and his most famous nicknames are

The Reapers.

Yes, the figure is an angel of death with a handgun as a weapon. Such an amazing figure when moistened with thick red liquid. Its lewd net is always a nightmare for some people.

Meanwhile, the other one has a reputation that is no less terrible. His presence, which always chime in the darkness, accompanied by a sniper rifle, makes his identity difficult to know.

No one could see his figure even though bullets had lodged in their skulls. The sniper she used most often during missions was the Barrett .416 Model 99.

Any sniper would be deadly if the one wearing it was him.

Suddenly laughter came out of the mouth of the 'king'. The cigarette between his mouth fell. About the black-coated document. It didn't take long, the document started burning until it wasn't left. But the 'king' didn't seem to care.

"It's so frustrating for you."

Dor's!

"Brish."

One of the two men was visibly offended, the end of the Glock '20 handgun pointed at the king's forehead after a few seconds and then hollowed out the wall next to it. Meanwhile, the king did not feel threatened even though the weapon was ready to spit out its contents at any time.

He actually threw a wrapped document in front of the two figures of the angel of death.

"it was the last mission."

Read that document.

"Dipping drugs into the southeast, huh? Why do we have to get a little mission like this, ha?"

The king nodded briefly as he put a cigarette on the ashtray. His gaze was straight, looking very relaxed as well as trying to tear every soul of the two firearms experts.

"This mission is not that simple, Gold" he said briefly.

A fine wrinkle appeared on Gold's white forehead, the young man observing each sentence printed on the mission sheet.

Suddenly he regained his senses, his pupils widened by a split second before then his lips grinned at the devil.

"Hoo.. you sneaky shit."

Laughter to the floor of the room. Gold's ingenuity made him feel no remorse for giving the expert handgun hell training.

The tail of his eyes caught the figure of a man with AWSM on his back and a wide variety of short-range combat tools.

"You know your role, Black," said the king with a satisfied smile.

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Tbc

[A/N]

Halo~

I don't know why I'm so happy to write this part wkwk... Maybe because... Would I prefer a dark story? I don't know hoho

What about you guys?