Chapter 298. Dear Satan

Carlos strolled after McCarthy. His men followed him at a distance with flashlights that followed McCarthy’s running form like a ghost. The man stopped and turned to take aim at Carlos and Carlos rewarded that with a shot to his left hand as well. Another scream from McCarthy’s mouth pierced the air.

The man stumbled, fell and struggled to get up but with the amount of adrenaline likely in his body at the time it made sense that he would be unable to stand up. The man did not want to give up however, he turned on his stomach and began to crawl, his bleeding hands leaving a trail on the dry leaves as he slithered across the ground.

“He’s still going,” one of Carlos’s men said from behind just to rile McCarthy up. Carlos kept a steady pace like a model on a runway. He walked towards the man and eventually McCarthy realized that he couldn’t get away from the man by crawling. He turned at the base of a tree and leaned with half of his back on it.

“You,” he said, breath