His journey was just beginning—and he was being armed like a soldier heading to war. “Oh, I almost forgot this gun. You need it—the M12, or better yet, the Beretta M12. That’s what it’s called. No need for the full name.” Butcher handed it over. “Dude, you have to be ready. You did a good job taking out Henry and protecting Jane.” Then his tone changed, sharp and warning. “But let me tell you something—I don’t like the way you’re always thinking about girls. Cut it out. Especially Jane. She’s a mafia member, not some girl-next-door. Put your head in the game. That soft heart of yours? It could be the thing that kills you. Understand?” “Yes, sir,” Dane replied, still crouching beside the bag, touching the different guns laid out on the ground. “And another thing,” Butcher added. “You don’t have a phone, right?” “No, sir. I don’t,” Dane said. “Back where I lived, people had these small phones with buttons. I’ve seen them around.” Jane, standing nearby, scoffed. “That’s an old phon

Dane walked around the warehouse, searching. Every door was locked. Every window shut. At 3:30 p.m., he still hadn’t found a way in. Then he looked up. The roof. He climbed to the top of the building, using the pipes and a ledge for support. Once on the roof, he walked carefully across the surface, testing it with each step. One part felt different—lighter, hollow. He crouched down and pushed at it. It shifted. He grabbed the edges and lifted it off. It was a hidden hatch. This must be how they get in, he thought. Smart. But now I know too. “I hope this guy shows up tonight,” he muttered to himself. “I’m already tired. If this mission’s for nothing…” He climbed back down, went to his bike, and grabbed a rope. As he returned to the rooftop, he noticed something else—a small internal mechanism for unlocking the hatch from the inside. He studied it for a moment, then reached through and unlocked it. He pushed the hatch open fully, tossed the rope inside, then slid down into the w

Dane opened the gate, carefully brought Tony inside, and shut the gate behind them. We brought Tony into the compound and closed the gate behind us. Butcher was waiting at the entrance to the house. “So, you’re back,” Butcher said, eyeing us. “Yes, sir. Mission successful,” Dane replied. He looked Dane over. “Looks like you’re not hurt. Good, good, good.” “No injuries, sir. But why is that doctor standing next to you?” Dane said, noticing the man in a white coat. “Is that an apron? Or what do they call it? I don’t know, but he looks like a doctor.” “That doctor is for Tony,” Butcher said. “The one you mentioned on the phone.” “So, you want to treat him?” Dane said. “Yeah. I’m going to treat him. But he works for someone. If he doesn’t tell me who that is, he’ll die ten times over… but he’ll still be alive.” “What do you mean by that?” Butcher asked, narrowing his eyes. “You’ll see. The doctor’s going to remove the bullet now. When he’s ready, I’ll interrogate him myself. You

The doctor, who had been standing nearby and observing, quickly stepped forward. He picked up his medical box and knelt beside Tony without hesitation. “Hold still,” the doctor muttered as he began cleaning the wound and preparing his tools. Butcher stood back, arms crossed, watching in silence as the doctor worked swiftly to stabilize Tony. “I’ve started treating the injuries Tony sustained,” the doctor said, wiping his hands. “The bullet’s been removed.” Dane looked over at Butcher. “Boss, are you done interrogating him? But how are we going to find this man named Jerry?” “That’s not the problem,” Butcher replied calmly. “The person who’s going to call him is Tony himself.” “Ah, I see.” Dane nodded slowly. “Tony is going to contact Jerry and ask him to meet at their usual spot,” Butcher continued. “We’ll be waiting. As soon as Jerry shows up, we ambush him. Simple.” “Smart,” Dane said, impressed. “Sir, I wouldn’t have thought of that.” “Well, Tony has already told us what h

He turned to Tony, who was still seated with a swollen face and bandaged wounds. “Why are there armed men at your house?” Butcher asked coldly. “Unless you want to die right now, you better explain. Because it’s starting to look like I don’t need you anymore.” Tony raised his hands weakly. “I didn’t bring the goods back to Jerry. He’s probably getting suspicious. Maybe he sent those men to check on me… or maybe they think something’s gone wrong.” “Then why are they at your house, not looking for you somewhere else?” Butcher asked. “I… I don’t know. Maybe Jerry sent them to watch my family. I swear I didn’t tell him anything,” Tony said, panicking. Butcher glanced back at his phone. “Alright. Stay quiet.” Then, turning to Dane over the call, he said, “Hold your position. Don’t do anything yet. We might have to switch tactics. I’ll get back to you.” “Understood,” Dane replied, ending the call. Butcher turned back to Tony. “Do you still have your phone? Was it in your pocket the