Hunter’s P.O.V.
“Where is my consignment, Abraham?” I asked the person lying under my foot now. He looked at me angrily while trying to get away from my step. I pushed my foot more, making him wince in pain. “I am not going to ask you again," I said calmly, but I was losing my patience now. “You can’t do a thing to me," he spat while gritting his teeth. The corner of my lips curled up and I bent down a little while looking at him amusingly. “Do you really think that you can steal my consignment and I will do nothing, huh?” I asked him in an amusing tone. He scoffed and wriggled a little under my foot again. I had put my foot in the middle of his neck and his chest. He had three bullet wounds that were draining his blood.
“You are dying, and still you don’t want to tell me, huh?” I aske
