Whirlwind Of Death

The assassins were surprised by his composure but broke into nervous laughter.

"Who do you think you are?" their leader barked, stepping forward. "We are from the Dachshund gang! Yeah! First, let that news sink in, silly man! Then we'll get down to business. We've been ordered to break your legs and arms, then kill you slowly through bleeding. Hope you are ready for some real pain."

"Look at this guy," another gang member said, pointing at Victor with derision. "He seems too comfortable and chilled for someone about to be tortured to death. Is he in shock, or has he lost his mind? I can't believe that the Rose Atelier woman is offering herself to our boss to save this pathetic man!"

The assassins laughed, but Victor raised an eyebrow. Did the hoodlum just mention Rose? His computer brain processed the information at lightning speed. Most likely, the goons did not know who he really was. Their boss had blackmailed Rose for ransom. It must be someone really cunning, a trickster.