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Chapitre 1087: Killing Intent

Albert tried to call his brother for a straight 30 minutes. Every time he called him he didn't answer. Albert didn't even bother to leave a message. Albert was so frustrated he broke his phone in half and tossed it to the side, shouting out obscenities. He started to stand on his feet and limp away from the junkyard. While he was limping away, he saw a delivery truck filled with cookies. He squinted his eyes and recognized the driver. It was Abel. Hey, asshole get out of the fuck ing road!" I got places to be. Albert cleared his throat and began snickering. " You obviously don't know who you are talking to Abel." Abel turned off the lights and instantly recognized that the injured man was his boss. He quickly opened the door and said: I'm sorry boss." I had no idea it was you." I hope you can forgive me." Albert raised his left eyebrow. Ah, don't worry about it, Abel." The headlights were on." You had no idea. Albert placed his right hand behind his back and pulled out a semiautomatic pistol pointing it at Abel. Get on your fucking knees." Please boss I had no idea!" Albert slowly walked up to Abel and placed the semi-automatic pistol on his forehead. You know Abel I have been thinking about this thought in my head for quite some time ever since Jose was nearly beaten to death." I don't need anyone." Especially The Yellow Bandana Bandits."

Which means I have no use for you anymore." Boss no!!!" Don't you- Before Abel could finish his sentence, Albert squeezed the trigger of his semi-automatic pistol creating a massive hole in the front and back of his head. Blood splattered into Albert's face. Albert started searching through Abel's pockets. He found a peanut butter bar, the keys to the truck, and a pack of gum. Albert collected all the items and hopped into the truck, starting the engine up. When Albert was about to reverse the truck, he felt something or someone land on the top of the truck. This, someone, was Ragnar who still had the thirst for blood. Once he gained a thirst for blood, he was almost like a vampire. He would kill any person in sight. Ragnar used one of his sharp short swords to slice the top of the delivery truck in half. Ragnar landed on his feet and placed Albert in a headlock, choking the life out of him. Blood started running down Albert's eyes. When he entered the truck, he placed his semi-automatic pistol on the dashboard. He grabbed the semi-automatic pistol and shot Ragnar at least 5 times in the face, causing him to smash into containers filled with soft, crumbly chocolate cookies.

Albert used this short span of time to recover. Ragnar stood on his feet and removed the bullets from his face, beginning to laugh. " Perhaps I shouldn't underestimate you, Albert Valentino. You've got the guts." While Ragnar continued to talk, Albert stomped on the gas pedal and drove the truck into a wall, causing Ragnar to smash through the window and go through the brick wall. Ragnar broke a couple of ribs and fractured a couple of fingers. The force of the crash caused Albert's head to smash on the dashboard. Blood oozed out of his head. He forgot to fasten his seatbelt. He felt his neck. It felt as if he suffered from whiplash. Albert was dazed and suffered from a concussion. Albert placed his hand on the door handle and walked out. The smoke that gave Albert nausea, started emitting. Even though Albert had a limp he quickly rushed for cover. A powerful explosion occurred. Burnt cookies started flying all over the place. Albert was breathing heavily like a racehorse. As he continued to breathe heavily, he quickly knew who Ragnar was. Ragnar was one of King Hendrix's, A.K.A., The Industrial King's brother. He had a huge feeling Ragnar didn't survive. Albert could feel it in his chest. He stood on his feet and brushed the dirt off his shoulders. As he stepped forward, he felt a sword being pressed behind his back. He slowly turned around and saw Ragnar. Ragnar's face was covered in dirt and blood. Oh, you don't look so good there pal." You oughta see a doctor.

Ragnar started laughing. " You are in no position to tell me what to do Albert Valentino." Albert sighed. " What is it that you want really?" Money, property, power?" Ragnar didn't answer. If it's money that you want I can give it to you in the blink of an eye." Albert pulled out a checkbook and a fountain pen. Albert was fearless. He wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. He would go up against anyone if he had to. I can write you a check for 20 million dollars." How does this sound to you." Ragnar would cooperate. He placed his 2 short swords inside their sheaths, patiently waiting for Albert to finish writing the check. When Albert finished writing the check, he handed it to Ragnar in glove hands. Ragnar deeply stared at the check and looked at Albert. He started ripping the check to pieces. " I don't want your fucking money or hospitality." I came here to put an end to The Yellow Bandana Bandits and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Albert knew something was about to happen. That was why he was about to release his trump card. However before he could even attempt to, his throat was slit. Albert's pupils turned small. He collapsed on his knees. Ragnar smiled. Do you think I was about to let you get away scot-free?" Ragnar then shoved his other short sword into Albert's head. The blade went through his brain. Albert was instantly killed. Ragnar ripped the knife out of Albert's head and cleaned it on his fancy silk suit. Ragnar didn't realize what he just did. He walked away from Albert's carcass beginning to laugh like a maniac.


Chapitre 1088: Slave Driving District

Rozier was in chambers doing sets of pushups. He was getting ready for the upcoming fight. His skills had improved since. He knew he would have to get stronger. The Industrial Elf Empire was plotting something big. After doing nearly 2 hours of pushups, he decided to take a short break that involved eating some protein bars. When he was about to go into the fridge, he heard a loud and powerful knock on the door. Rozier sighed and tossed the protein bar to the side. What who is it?" What do you want?" Rozier walked up to the door and opened it. The person who stood before him was Feng. Rozier clenched his jaws. What do you want?" Queen Ariel has told us to collect some documents from The Slave Driving District. " So?" That isn't my problem." Feng sucked his teeth. Fine." I will enjoy the perks and rewards after I'm finished.

When Rozier heard these words, he instantly decided to help Feng. The Slave Driving District was totally different from the rest of the capital. The Slave Driving District was huge, dark, and gloomy. The ground was filled up with dirt and cement. Both Rozier and Feng watched their surroundings.


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