Victorâs eyes were always cold.
But this time, they were colder and scarier.
Unlike the man lying on the floor, the leader didnât seem affected.
As he stared at Victorâs angular face.He remembered the child from fifteen years ago.
"Mr.Sullivan, you donât have much time to think about it." He smiled.
"But think about it, we are really predestined.Your child ended up in my hands after you managed to escape from me fifteen years ago.This time, I wonât let you and your child escape!"
"Really?"
Without warning, Victor looked down at the man on the floor at whom he was aiming the gun and pulled the trigger Bang!
"Holy shit!"
The man cursed in pain.His face instantly turned pale as the bullet penetrated his thigh.
Blood oozed out from the wound, staining his trousers.
Victor remained expressionless as he watched the man suffer from pain.
After reloading his gun, he pointed the muzzle at the manâs other leg.
"This is my last warning.Let go of Joey."
There was no need for Victor to shout to imply that he was running out of patience.
Looking at the leader, he added, "Norton, I will only give you three seconds to think about it."
Nortonâs expression shifted a little.
"Little boy, I will only give you three seconds to think about it.Kneel down and beg me to let you go."
Fifteen years ago, he sat on the leather sofa with his legs crossed as he looked down at the boy curling up on the floor in pain.
The picture of him saying the same line with a scornful smile suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Three."
As he counted down, Victor pressed the trigger a little harder.
"Two."
Before Norton could say anything, Victor had already pulled the trigger.
"Ah!"
The manâs hoarse cry echoed as the bullet hit his thigh bone.
He wanted to pass out when he saw the red blood on his trousers.
The next moment, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at his calf.
Victor clearly knew what he was doing.
He shot the man in parts of his body that would give him unbearable pain, but not enough to make him pass out.
The man had no choice but to feel the pain.
It was so painful that the man wished Victor would just finish him off.
This kind of torture was a humiliation to a mercenary, so he shouted, "Just shoot me dead!"
Seemingly irritated, Victor looked down at him.
"Youâre too noisy."
Then he pulled the trigger once again.
Three bullets had now penetrated the manâs bones, and he couldnât do anything but whimper in pain.
At this moment, he wanted to die already, so that he wouldnât have to suffer such inhumane torture.
"Boss⦠Kill me."
The man looked at Norton with eyes full of despair.He no longer had the desire to live.He knew that even if he survived, he would be a disabled man.
But Victor didnât want the man to die just yet.He wanted him to stay awake and suffer from agonizing pain.
Looking at his loyal subordinate asking for death, Nortonâs mood finally fluctuated.
"Mr.Sullivan, it seems that you donât want to save that child."
"Norton, you must have had a hard time in Roaring Tiger in the past few years, havenât you?"
Instead of retorting Victor threw a question at Norton as he glanced at his watch.
It showed that there were still ten minutes left.
A sudden realization came to Nortonâs mind, making him infuriated.
"Itâs you! You did it behind my back?"
In the past few years, the internal strife in the Roaring Tiger became more and more intense.
Even if Norton tried to avoid this kind of dispute, he was inevitably involved, and he was even be alienated.
He was no longer the person who used to be highly admired and known as the future leader of the Roaring Tiger.
Back then, he had many followers.
But now, he only had this dying man and Hendrix with him.
Prior this encounter, Norton couldnât figure out why.
But because of Victorâs question, he immediately understood that it was his doing.
Recalling how hellish his life had been in the past, Nortonâs eyes became bloodshot.
"I should have thought of you.I⦠I should have killed you fifteen years ago!"
Victor said in a cold voice, "Norton, you wouldnât have been able to kill me fifteen years ago."
In one swift move, Norton pulled out his gun from the back of his waist.
Then he pointed it at Victor without hesitation.
His hands were trembling because of anger.
"Then Iâll kill you now to make up for my mistake I made fifteen years ago!"
The gunshots and the raging thunder sounded almost at the same time.
"Boss!"
Hendrix, who had just regained his consciousness, struggled to stand up.
The surrounding seemed to spin before him, and when his gaze finally became steady, he saw Norton standing at the door with a bleeding forehead.
A bullet went straight to his head, making him fall backward with his eyes open.
"Bossâ¦"
Unable to believe his eyes, Hendrix was rooted to the spot.
It happened too fast.
When the man Victor shot thrice saw that Norton was dead, his face turned livid.
Enduring the pain, he struggled to get up and roared, "Iâll kill you!"
Unfortunately, before he could pounce on Victor, the latter had already pulled the trigger.
An immediate taste of death washed over him as the bullet entered his heart and caused him to throw up.
Even on the verge of death, he still took a step closer to Victor.
But because the bullet pierced a vital organ, the man didnât last long.
His eyes went black and dropped dead on the floor.
"Boss, Trevorâ¦"
Looking at the two men who fell to the floor, Hendrix almost cried.
Then he looked at Victor with bloodlust in his eyes.
"You killed them.Iâll make you pay with your life!"
Pulling out a folded knife from his shin, Hendrix charged at Victor.
Victor raised the gun he picked up earlier and aimed at him.
Upon recognizing his gun, a smirk appeared on Hendrixâs face.
"That gun has no bullets."
While talking, Hendrix pointed the knife at Victor.He moved faster and was more ferocious than Trevor.
Perhaps it was because Hendrix was in a towering rage that he showed no mercy.
It didnât matter if he died, as long as Victor would die with him.
Both Norton and Trevor were dead now.
It was meaningless for him to live alone.
Besides, he would rather die than admit defeat and beg for mercy. What mattered the most was that he avenged Nortonâs and Trevorâs deaths.
Taking a look at his watch, Victor saw that there was not much time left.
This fight must end as soon as possible.
Seeing that Victor had been dodging his attack, Hendrix sneered in disdain.
"Arenât you being such a coward? Canât you fight back if you donât have a gun? Are you scared now?
Iâll make you pay for killing them!"
Hendrix tried to stab Victor again but missed.But he didnât stop.
To be honest, Victor was having a hard time dodging the knife, especially now that Hendrix was determined to kill him.