As he got into the car—which was a limousine—Dane didn’t say a word to the driver. About forty-five minutes later, after the long, quiet drive, the car finally stopped in front of a tall building. A skyscraper. It was Dane’s first time seeing one up close. The driver rolled down the window. Dane leaned slightly, looking out through the glass. His mouth opened in awe. Wow… this is so, so beautiful, he thought. Then he turned and looked straight at the driver. “Is this my destination?” “Yes, it is,” the driver replied, still facing forward. “But you were supposed to drop me at the helicopter. I’m supposed to board it,” Dane said. “My job was to bring you here. There’s someone waiting for you inside the building. Someone important,” the driver replied. Dane nodded. He reached into his pocket, checked the position of his gun, then slipped it back inside his jacket. His suit shifted as he moved. Then he opened the limousine door—smooth, steady, and slow. The area was crowded. Peo

“Yes, maybe I’m the type who’s always in a hurry,” Dane said coldly, “but I didn’t come here to chat with you, make friends, or waste time. Just give me the gun and let me leave.” Jimmy had been smiling, but his face hardened. “You… you’re new to this, aren’t you? Don’t talk to me like that. I’m trying to be nice to you because of Butcher. But believe me—you won’t survive this mission. You’re walking straight into your grave.” He stepped forward slightly. “I already sent some of my men. Butcher asked me to send them ahead to get his nephew. But it turns out the kid is being watched. All ten of them were killed. His nephew hasn’t been captured yet, but they’re clearly under surveillance. And if those people spot you? You’re dead. So tell me—who the hell are you? You’re just one man. One.” Jimmy’s jaw tightened as he clenched his fist. “I told Butcher this. But he insisted you’re different.” He gave a cold, mocking smile. “Butcher said we should prepare a room for you to stay in. F

As he took a bite of the steak, he realized it was incredibly delicious—and immediately began to eat faster. He rushed through the meal, finishing it quickly. Once done, he began undressing. He pulled off the suit he was wearing, folded it neatly, and placed it by the side of his bed. Then he removed his leather shoes.Now in just his underwear, he walked to the closet in the room and found a singlet inside. He put it on, then glanced at his phone. It was already 8 p.m.I need to sleep and reserve energy, he thought. He wanted to train, but knew he shouldn’t wear himself out the night before the mission. So he decided he’d just take a long nap—get some solid rest and be fully ready for tomorrow.He went to his bed, turned off the light, and fell asleep.The following day, as soon as he woke up, he rushed to the bathroom to pee. After that, he rinsed his mouth and took a quick shower. Coming back into the room, he walked to the closet, grabbed a towel, and dried himself off. Then he go

Jimmy watched Dane. It was the eyes—eyes of someone who wasn’t just confident, but carried something deeper. This wasn’t arrogance. It was something else.“We’ve been talking for too long,” Jimmy said. “Well, today’s the day. You’re not going to survive. I’m sure of that.”Dane interrupted. “Okay. We’ll see. We’ll see if I survive or not.”Both of them stood up. They moved closer until their boots were almost touching. Their fists were clenched, and they faced each other with silent tension.“So you think I’m not going to survive?” Dane asked.“I don’t think you’re just going to fail,” Jimmy said. “Let me be clear—you’re going to die. You’ll die on this mission, and I’ll be the one attending your funeral.”“You fool,” Dane snapped. “Who the hell do you think you are, you bastard? You smell like shit.”Dane tightened his fist, ready to throw a punch at Jimmy. But just then, a knock sounded on the door.Both men froze.“Who is it?” Jimmy asked.“It’s me—Jota,” the voice answered. “You c

After a 45-minute ride, Dane finally reached the address. He pulled up in front of a weathered, run-down house. Shutting off the engine, he stepped off the bike, grabbed the suitcase, and popped it open. Inside, a Glock. He loaded it quickly, slid it into his right hand, and gripped the suitcase in his left.He moved toward the compound, slow and alert. His eyes swept the surroundings—no movement, no sound. Just silence and overgrowth. The front garden was wild, choked with weeds and long-dead plants.At the main door, he knocked. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer.Then a dog barked from somewhere inside.“So there’s a dog in here… not sure if anyone else is,” he muttered.He pulled out his phone and called Butcher.The line connected fast.“You there already?” Butcher asked. “Have you started? Moved in?”“Yes, sir,” Dane said. “I’m at the location. Doesn’t look like anyone’s here, but I’m not sure.”“You’re right to be cautious,” Butcher replied. “Listen, I forgot to send you a few