Chapter 183. Suicide Soldiers

Unfortunately Carlos’s unexpected fun didn’t last long as the man realized quickly enough that he wouldn’t stay long on the bike. He looked back at Carlos and in the next second, as Carlos aimed for the other ass cheek, he made a sharp turn and took a bullet to the stomach with predictive skills and control that made Carlos actually stare in awe as the bike went out of control and spun a bit on the road before skidding to a stop after flinging it’s rider unto the blood-and-oil-stained tar.

Carlos’s driver pulled the car to a stop and Carlos alighted. He took a look around him and assessed the situation before approaching the man on the floor. He wasn’t dead yet but he wouldn’t last very long either and torture would be useless because the man would know that he only had minutes perhaps seconds to live.

He was in the mood to being spit in the face by a dying man looking to offer the enemy one last display of spite. So he just stood and watched the light leave the man’s ey