The Hero

Chapter 302 I'm Fine with 95 Dollars

Saul noticed Javier approaching him with a submachine gun in his hand and trembled. "W-What are you trying to do?"

Javier smiles. "Liet. I'm not gonna kill you! Besides, isn't it according to your own confession unbreakable? Stay strong!"

He pulled the center of the trigger, removed the trigger guard, and pointed it at Saul's knee. He turned to the Gran Turismo Racer, who had already prepared his phone, and shouted, “You're right in the corner? The angle should be good, man. Must make Saul a household name in the underworld!”

The GT rider raised his thumb. “Doing perfect angle, boss! He'll look really cool! I even made sure he was the only character in our short film!”

Saul knows exactly what he means: Javier won't appear in the video. It's just him, and they'll broadcast it.

How crazy are these people? Bloody graphic videos like this one involving firearms-online will attract all kinds of attention, including police attention. They'll get involved, that's guaranteed. However, these people did not seem to mind. They acted so haughty that it was as if they did not think too much about the value of human life.

“You can't be serious, man. You can't do this! I was sincere with you just”

Javier didn't give Saul time to get the words out again sharply. He pulled the trigger, and the submachine gun roared, pelting its target with a thunderous volley.

The agony he felt kicked Saul's sanity into the abyss. The warehouse shook and boomed with the echoes of his howling.

Javier takes off the vacant magazine and refills his weapon, utilizing a moment's peace and quiet to taunt Saul. Aren't you talking about how bad you are, huh? Didn't expect badass to be noisy like that. Can you not do that? This is not a slaughterhouse.”

Saul ignored him. His red eyes fell to the lower half of his body, where his knees had been damaged enough that his punctured trousers were billowing in the wind. He tried to move his toes.

He realized he could not feel it at all, let alone control it. He also could not feel his right leg from the knee down.

Anger flared in his bloodstream and contended with fear, sterilizing him as Saul shouted, “F *ck you! If you have the guts, kill me!

There are times when death is not as scary as usual—anger is one of them. When helped with adrenaline, death can feel much more tame.

Javier knew that, so he never planned to kill Saul in the first place. After reloading the magazine, he aimed at the remnants of blood on Saul's right leg. "You should have expected this when you hired someone to kill my girlfriend" he chanted. "If you really don't do it, then maybe you should blame the two brain cells in your skull instead of blaming me."

A swift roar of fire echoed throughout the warehouse, mixed with Saul's shouts, howls, and whimpers as he struggled in pain. Unfortunately for him, Herschel and his two subordinates were war veterans, so they were adept at tying up enemies without ever giving them a chance to escape. Not even a bear can do that.

Javier finished another magazine. He threw the empty ones at Herschel, who instead threw out the new ones. At that moment, Saul's throat was already sore from shouting. He could feel the smell of blood metal in his mouth.

“There's something you want to say?”……

Saul opens his mouth before Javier comes in and cuts him off. “No. I'm not interested."

He pumped another long, torturous bullet into her.

He had to do it, because Saul's leg had come off by itself, the tip revealing the white color of his bones.

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" javier asked, pointing his gun to Saul's left knee and smiling. "Have you guessed it?"

Saul understands. Javier's gonna knock him out for the rest of his life. He would never be able to stand on his own feet again.

She's afraid. He has persecuted, destroyed, and killed people. He had never imagined himself to accept such cruelty. He never thought that one day, someone would do something like this to him. Precisely because all of this was unexpected, his fear grew even worse. This was uncharted territory even in his career. He had no way of knowing what would happen next.

Javier didn't give him another chance to speak. Instead, he pulled the trigger again

As soon as Saul's legs were left in a puddle of his own water, Javier threw his gun at Herschel. He sat on the floor and lit a cigarette, his eyes watching Saul, who had fallen to the floor after losing his leg support.

“I have never bullied anyone who does not deserve it in my life, nor have my Saul oppressed those who are under me. To be honest, you meet both criteria, but you are a special case. You are a special case because you consider yourself a mother * bad cking * ss. You are such a bastard that you dare hire a hit man to shoot my girlfriend behind him!!”

Javier finally lost. His calm calm was torn apart by the power of his uncontrollable rage, and Saul's own achievements reached an unprecedented peak. It felt like he finally realized, after being locked up in a cage for so long, that he was sharing his room with a bloodthirsty tiger.

Saul finally gave up. “Please, I know I'm wrong now! Let me go, please! Chessie's not dead, is she? I'll make it up to you. I will pay him and give him my territory! I'll do anything, please! I swear I won't plan revenge on him for this. I just want to live the rest of my life peacefully abroad.” “Yes God, that's a lot of demand, little greedy base. Live the rest of your life in peace?! You really think you're still entitled to it after that shit you did? You think you deserve it because you shot my girlfriend in the back? Saul Smith, I didn't know you were an optimist!”

Instead of giving him a chance to answer, Javier turned to Herschel and asked, "It's quiet?"

The man nodded. "Yes. Nice rifle, good specs. It cools down fast. I won't cook now.”

Saul finally understood why Javier had stopped. This was not a truce; he simply did not want his weapon to overheat.

Taking back the MP7 in his hand, Javier aimed at Saul's armpit. Believe me?"

Saul nodded in haste. Before he could say he believed her, Javier pulled the trigger again. As her screams fell into apathetic ears, she realized her life was over. He didn't just offend a man. He has offended monsters.

Six magazines later, Saul's arm fell beside him. The only part left of her was her thighs.

“You can still learn to walk with your thighs if you want. How does that sound for mercy? javier.

Saul had lost so much blood that his face turned deathly pale. His forehead was tangled with cold sweat, but he summoned his last strength and exhaled weakly: "F*ck you."

Javier thrusts the gun right into Saul's chin, breaking his jawbone. Turning to the door, he beckoned and ordered, “Essir him from here. Don't let anyone know it's us and don't let him meet anyone he knows. Hmm... On second thought, he might not want to live his life in constant ridicule and humiliation, so maybe he should be a little better.”

Herschell nodded. He understood what Javier meant. Calling Running Man and GT Racer, he had the men drag Saul into the trunk. "Whoever dares to touch my girl or family will wish they were never born!