Bab 44: Let Go

"Jack Jones? Opium?" He asked.

"Yes, sir."

"I'm assuming there's a reason we're talking,"

"I want the list, I suspect it involves a great number of my men. The price is not an issue,"

"Sure, let's talk in the back," he motioned to his bodyguards and they led us to a private room.

We sat down and he poured me some whiskey, he went on a long rant about how great and intricate he was. I had experienced the whole thing before, I knew it word for word due to how many times it repeated in my nightmares.

"Twenty million is what I'm going to sell it for."

"Sounds good, I'll have my men prepare the money," I replied.

"Not to you, of course, you're going to die,"

The bodyguards aimed their weapons at me.

"Am I?" I didn't care, I was no longer a normal human, I could kill them instantly.

"Bring in the girl." He motioned.