Chapter 70: A Life Lost, A Debt Paid
Chapter 70: A Life Lost, A Debt Paid
The hitman spotted Jimmy the moment he stepped out of the Brotherhood's building. Tossing aside his newspaper, he stood by the curb, watching Jimmy chat with his crew as they waited for a car.
The hitman knew this was the best moment to strike. Jimmy and his men felt safe in numbers, likely assuming no one would dare attack in broad daylight.
He’d prepared meticulously for this day. Over the past week, he hadn’t been idle—he’d familiarized himself with every alley, planned escape routes, and even planted tools to aid his escape, such as a rope dangling over a three-meter wall.
He’d practiced with the McGray semi-automatic pistol he’d been given, testing its reliability and cleaning the bullets daily to avoid the misfires he’d experienced on the battlefield. He knew all too well how a lack of maintenance could mean the difference between life and death.
Every preparation led to this moment.
The street was bustling, cars zipping past in both directions. The hitman watched as Jimmy and his crew stepped to the curb. Their car was already pulling out of the alley.
Time was running out.
If he didn’t act now, Jimmy would be gone, and the hitman would have to explain his failure to his contact—a conversation he’d rather not have.