With a sharp twist to Henderson's arm, the gun fell from his hand.
Henderson cried out in pain as the gun clattered on the floor. What followed was more painful as Noah's knee came up swiftly, connecting with Henderson's midsection, forcing a wheeze from his lungs as he crumpled to his knees.
Noah leaned in close with a grin as his voice became a chilling whisper. "Henderson, you put yourself into deep trouble. You should have just escaped the country and lived somewhere else, but no... you decided to act smart."
Henderson gasped for air, his body trembling as Noah stood over him, calm as ever. Reaching down, Noah retrieved the gun and aimed at his head.
"You're done," Noah said simply, his gaze cold. "Where is my gold bar? Give it to me, and I might consider sparing your miserable life."