Chapter 42: Tal vez, me equivoqué!

"I have to tell you, officer, you'd better stop right here..." The suave middle-aged man looked at his fallen underlings, his brow furrowed.

Da da da!!!!

In response to him was a hail of bullets; Victor emptied his magazine, hitting all six or seven underlings standing by his opponent, with one even getting riddled with bullets.

When Victor aimed the gun at the middle-aged man, there came a click of the empty chamber.

The man's eyes twitched.

"Sorry, I'm out of bullets..." Victor smiled and shrugged, then swung the Uzi submachine gun, striking its butt into the man's face.

The expensive-looking glasses fell to the ground, and half of his face was a bloody mess.

Victor crushed the glasses underfoot and then stepped on the man's face, looking down at him as the latter glared back viciously, growling defiantly from his throat.

"Tell me, where is she."

But obviously, the man wasn't cooperative, struggling fiercely, spewing threats through his teeth.