Trapped in Love Reply to the Revenge of the Mafia
Underground
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The sound of swords echoed to each other in that underground room. The fishy smell and the sound of blood splashing was clearly heard.
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Both men looked frightened. Sweat poured with blood mixed with blood due to the blow that hit the face.
"Punish us sir" they shouted in unison
"Punish us sir" they cried again with a loud voice.
The man smiled cunningly as he looked at the blood flowing everywhere. Pieces of the human body were scattered on the floor.
Then he glanced at the two men who were frightened while looking down. Cold sweat is flowing. Pale face. Body vibrating. Blood flow in the body seems to want to stop flowing, when you see the creepy direct stirring in front of your eyes. It was as if he was seeing hell for real, with the torture of the demons who tortured the sinful humans in the world.
"Although, sir," the second shout thunderously filled the torture chamber.
He gripped the chin of one of the two. "Tell me what do you want to die for? So I can prepare for your death?" He smiled smirk staring in fear in the eyes of the man he was clutching his chin.
"A-fortune-i s-say-a, T-uan," his voice was choked and restrained in the throat, as the gaze of this devil's incarnate eye collided with his eyes.
"Ck, I'm not God. Don't beg me for mercy" he sighed. "Let's say it quickly. What do you want to die for? I'm being kind enough to give you a choice, before I decide your own death" he said in a slow tone but humming a terrible meaning.
"Robin," he called
"This is Mister" Robin approached
The assistant gave him a small bottle of clear water. He smiled cunningly at the man in front of him. He was very happy to be able to play around with the people who had dared to betray him.
"Because today I am being kind, so I will give you the chance to die in a respectable way. I feel so happy to see your frightened face" she said. "Drink, don't forget to smile at me as a farewell consider us old friends." He gave the small bottle to the person in front of him.
The man took the poison in his hand with a trembling body. This is the end of his life. Should he have died this way?
"Quickly drink the devil," he snapped loudly.
"B-well T-master,"
The poison is called Botulinum toxin or Botox. This toxin is produced by the bacterium Clostridium botulinum bacteria. Using just a few nanograms is enough to kill an adult.
"Ac, arghh, arghh, argh,"
The man was immediately lying on the ground with convulsions and foam coming out of his mouth.
He stood up and was satisfied with his game today.
"You....." He pointed at the other man. "You're my ration for tomorrow. So prepare yourself for death" he said lightly without burden.
"Robin, get everything done. Send their bodies back to their families. Don't forget to leave compensation. And warn them to no longer dare with me," he asked as he took off his blood-soaked shirt.
"Okay, sir,"
The man walked out of the underground torture chamber. His habit every time he finished killing was sultry, let alone splashing blood that hit the face and other body parts, felt sticky and uncomfortable.
Zoalva Smithsonian, cold-blooded killer. Mafia heads are feared in many parts of the underworld. Not only is his hobby of killing he is also happy to hear the screams of pain from his catches. Zoalva also works as a notorious hitman in the region. Its services have been widely used by death seekers.
He has a business engaged in furniture and tourism as a pretext for his disguise so that business people do not know if he is a killer. Behind it Zoalva also undergoes business in the form of trafficking of human organs imported in various countries. The human organs he got from munsuh-munsuh who deliberately attacked his headquarters, of course the profit of selling human organs was doubled. In addition, he also sells illegal drugs, not only as a dealer he is also an active user of drugs like food that if not eaten eat he will die. Illegal weapons are also a business he's been in for dozens of years. The weapons were produced in large numbers in the factory he had set up since the last ten years. It is then illegally marketed without going through a state permit process.
The splashing water under the shower was heard from outside. Screaming of water away from the shower gives his body.
Zoalva came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist until the water from the hair fell down and was absorbed by the towel. Her one hand she uses to dry her hair using a small towel. Torn bread several boxes printed on his stomach. All this time he was exercising hard to maintain his posture to remain ideal.
"Ck, did you just take a shower?" a man sits on his room couch.
"What are you doing here?" He looked at his friend who didn't like it. If it comes, there will be a want.
"I miss you dear," her tease ngakak while swayoran disoffa and lie comfortably there.
Zoalva did not respond to her taking her clothes in the closet and wearing them.
"You've killed?" asked his friend still lying down while glancing at Zoalva.
"Why?" while closing the closet door and removing the towel on his waist.
"Not bored. Not scared. Not feeling guilty?" the man shuddered in horror. Despite knowing the cold-blooded killer Zoalva, he was always unable to see Zoalva while killing his catch.
"No. You want to be next?" He smiled smirk.
The man immediately shuddered in horror. "Currently, what chicken do you think you can cut at will?" his gerrick. "Why don't you just work the chicken cut?" He looked at Zoalva while shaking his head.
"Why cut chicken? If cutting the human body is more fun. Ahh I love to hear the cry of those who ask for mercy and the moans of pain from their faces," cried Zoalva and sat beside her friend while lighting a cigarette in her hand.
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