Chapter 1044: Cause of death: Hera.
"Ugh..." the hitman crawled his way to some place safe. He was shot in the leg as he was caught off guard. Regardless of his fast reflexes, the place they were in was an open area. Thus, he didn’t find an immediate place to hide.
"Damn it," he cursed through his gritted teeth, clasping his fist on the rough concrete. "Damn it!"
The gunfire stopped, and only its echoes remained, but the man knew it was far from over. All he could do was curse the middleman with his heart out. He didn’t catch the person inside the container, but it didn’t matter. It could be from Interpol or some business rivals. It didn’t matter.
What mattered was his life.
Quite the irony from a man whose job was to take other people’s lives.
"Hey, hey!" Primo called cockily, marching in the man’s direction. When he reached the person, he stepped on his back to stop him. "Do you really think you’d go far if you crawled like that?"
The hitman clenched his teeth and glared back. However, he said nothing.
"Come on, man. You just killed your middleman in cold blood!" Primo exclaimed. "Don’t look at me like I’m the bad guy."
"I know you," the hitman sneered. "Alexander Cafre."
"I must be very popular in the Sun Organization, huh? It seems like everyone from that shit hole knows me. What am I? A celebrity in your eyes?"
"Heh. You fought for Johnny for two years. Of course, we know you. How foolish you were and how fun it was to watch you fall into insanity."