Chapter 646 - Six Hundred And Forty-Six : Make The Sky Rain With Blood
Warning: Violent scene ahead
The third point of view:
In a certain morgue, a man stood over his son on the steel table who looked pale, well, because he was dead.
Although the man had an indifferent expression,?there was evidence of pain and sorrow in his eyes. His hand fisted around the steel and he took a long deep breath before motioning to the funeral director to take over.
He then walked out of the morgue with quite an entourage behind him. This man was no other than
Mikhail Vladislav, the leader of one of the deadliest gangs in country C known as the Blood cobra.
Taking a look at the man, he had dirty blonde hair that touched his nape and was slicked back with gel until it looked like his hair was plastered to his skull.
He had a classic full beard that covered the entirety of his jaw and was perfectly trimmed so it only added a sense of manliness to him. The man's nose would have been straight if not for the slight crook in his nose, evidence of his thuggery. His nose must have been broken in one of his fights.
His teeth were brown because of his tobacco addiction. His eyes were grey and steely cold. It was the eyes of a man who had seen enough violence in his life that it doesn't bother him anymore. And right now, those eyes were burning with fire, he was thirsty for vengeance.
He wore a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing a half view of the tattoo of a snake on his arms, not that anyone dared to look. Mikhail was feared and it was all for wrong reasons.
That boy that died, no, killed, was his fifth son and the one he loved the most and whoever did that would pay with their own life. He would make sure their own death would be worse.
He got into his car and was driven to an abandoned warehouse. As soon as he stepped in, a man fell on his feet immediately, choking with tears.
"Boss, forgive me! If I had known this would happen, I would have taken his place," The man kowtowed, banging his head on the concrete floor.
Mikhail looked down at him, "How did this happen?" he asked through gritted teeth. His accent was quite thick but his men understood him clearly because they too had one.
"It was that woman,"
"What woman?"
"They call her Nemesis,"
"Nemesis," He tasted the name on his lips, already imagining the number of ways he would end her.
"Many gangs reported of her disrupting their businesses and we never took the threat seriously because we thought...'' he gulped, "You know... She wouldn't dare because of our great reputation. So during one of our transports, she attacked her and Amigo wasn't so lucky,"
"And yet she dared that great reputation," Mikhail was not impressed by his excuse, "My son died out of your carelessness,"
It didn't help that he died embarrassingly with his testicles cut off - Amigo had bled out before help could arrive. The thought of that made his blood boil. How could he, the great
Vladislav bury his son incomplete?
No! He would make the sky rain with blood on that very day. When he gets his hands on that woman, he would hack her body into pieces and feed her remains to the fishes on the ocean. There would be nothing left to be buried on land.
"Forgive me Boss!" the man cried the more.
However, Mikhail simply pulled out a gun from his waistband and pointed it at his head, "Give me one reason why I shouldn't blast your head off!"
"I have a way of tracking the woman!" He quickly said, desperate to save his life.
His gaze flashed, "You do?"
"The woman, Nemesis, she doesn't operate alone and we caught one of her people,"
"Really?" Mikhail was intrigued this time, withdrawing his gun as the man said a silent prayer, "Where is she then?" he asked.
The man at once gestured to some other men behind him and they left, only to return with a battered woman, bloodied from her head to the toe.
Mikhail drew near to her, although this was not the one he sorted, she aided Nemesis to end her son's life and would equally pay for that.
He squatted down so he could directly meet the gaze of the woman who could barely open her swollen eyes.
"So where is she?" he went straight to the point.
The woman sneered, "Good question," there was sarcasm in her tone.
His gaze hardened, this was not the answer he wanted. So without warning, he punched her in the stomach and the woman fell on the ground crying out in pain.
"I said, where is Nemesis!"
The woman sneered, spitting out blood, "You better kill me because you're not getting anything out of my mouth,"
"Oh really?" He smirked and then snapped his fingers at the man behind him, "Good thing I prepared for a moment like this," He was smug.
The woman's gaze fell on two men who were approaching her and one of them had a plastic bottle in hand and she wasn't a fool to think the content in that bottle was beneficial to her.
"No, no, no!" She screamed and tried to move but the men were upon her and held her still, forcing her to gulp down almost everything. She choked afterward.
"Now," Mikhail smirked, "That is one of the underdeveloped drugs in the market, and guess what its effect is? It affects your nervous system and makes you susceptible to anything and that includes being a loose mouth,"
"No!" The woman tried to bite down on her tongue and end her life, but Mikhail's men sensed her intention and stopped her at once.
"I am not going to tell you anything?!" She raved, breathing heavily.
"Sure," Mikhail agreed, "You won't need to speak, the drug would do the speaking through you," He rubbed his hands together, "Now, shall we begin?"
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