Nicholas landed a fist in a man's face and he stumbled backward, falling into the stack of crates. The other man looked in fear, as they should. The man against the crates was scared to shit when he found out with whom he was messing. There were three dead men on the ground when Nicholas moved and grabbed that last man's neck so hard he was surprised he didn't snap it right off his body. That man cried out in agony and tried to free himself from Nicholas's grip. But it wasn't going to happen, he was overpowering him. Nicholas was so enraged, three kills were not enough for him to feel any better, he wanted more. But before that he wanted information. "Who told you to do this?" Nicholas asked sternly to the man in his grip.The man shut up and his eyes went wide. He had been trembling and was struggling to speak. "Speak up, you bastard." he growled."I---I didn't know those were your weapons. If I knew I would never do this. We---were paid and we did what he asked." he stuttered ou
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