Ninard City. This was a big city in one of the richest countries in the world. And in every prosperous place, there were also many opportunities for innovative villains to thrive.
Don Juan Mercado was one of those wise souls. He was a middle aged man with millions of dirty money in his possession.
Though he laundered a majority of them somewhere else but it was really hard to clean them all at the same time, especially with the rich business of drug trade in this city.
It was just sad that of all the myriad crooks in Ninard City, Don Juan Mercado was the one who won this bad luck early in the morning.
"BANG!" The middle aged man was woken up by a not so gentle slap to his face. He rolled over the bodies of his women and was plastered on the walls like a specimen for dissection.
"..." Don Juan would have shouted if he could but realized that his jaw had frozen in place. Nevertheless, he could still taste the obvious metallic taste on his mouth.