"What are you going to do?" The bartender noticed something was wrong and reached his right hand into his jacket.

A hand held down his wrist.

The bartender looked up at me, realizing he couldn't escape my hold, "Damn it!"

The bartender yelled, and I thrust my right hand towards his eyeball, the needle pierced through the pupil, blood sprayed from the left eye.

"Ah ah ah, bastard!"

The bartender covered his left eye, his vision went dark.

There was a sound from the knee, I kicked his right knee.

Crack!

The sound of bone fracturing filled my eardrums.

"Ah ah ah!" The bartender kneeled on the ground.

I walked towards the table, picked up an axe, and slowly approached the bartender.

"No, please, please don't do this."

The bartender was terrified, the young man in front of him was actually a butcher.

"Draw the gun."

"What?"

"I'm telling you to draw the gun."

The bartender trembled as he looked at me, "We have no hatred! I've never seen you!"

"Yes, child. I'm here to save you, the lost lamb, confess your sins!"

I approached him with the axe.

"Die!" The bartender pulled out the handgun from his jacket, shouting wildly, but all he saw was my smile.

I raised the axe and struck down.

Thud!

"Ah ah ah ah!"

The bartender collapsed onto the ground, his right hand was chopped off, still clutching a Colt.

Blood was like a fountain, spraying onto the floor.

I walked through the blood, grabbed his hair, lifting his head.

Looking down at the bartender, I continued to smile.

"I'm Kenny Clark, nice to meet you."

"Why?" The bartender looked at me in pain.

"For those poor girls, for the girls you sold to become prostitutes, for the girls you tortured, for the families of those girls.

"Say thank you!"

The bartender was dumbfounded.

Say thank you?

"You need to thank my mercy! Say thank you!"

"FUCK!"

"Wrong, try again!" I raised the axe and chopped down onto his left arm.

"Ah ah ah ah!"

The blood sprayed again, the bartender nearly passed out, losing a lot of blood, his lips turned white.

I picked up the bartender, dragged him to a wooden cross in the room, and fixed his neck with a collar.

"Say thank you!" I pinched the bartender's chin, slapped his cheeks.

"Kill me."

"No no no! I'm not happy yet." I put down the axe, picked up a candle, walked to the bartender's side, separated his right eyelid, and raised the candle.

"Please, don't, don't do this."

The bartender kept shaking his head.

"Say thank you."

"Thank you!"

"Good boy! Remember my name, Executioner Kenny Clark!"

Executioner?

The bartender widened his eyes, opened his mouth.

"Do you remember a young girl named Martina? Some say she's in Zone 3, some say she's in Zone 7? Tell me where she is?"

"In the building in Zone 7, the low-value girls are all there, they are used twenty-four hours a day!"

"I like your honesty now." I patted the bartender's cheek. "Does that area belong to the Cucuta Group?"

"That's Martin Gustavo's small business."

"Good!"

I picked up the gag from the table and stuffed it into the bartender's mouth.

"Mmm mmm mmm!" The bartender yelled at me, unable to make a sound.

"Feel, feel the death, feel my mercy!"

I dropped the candle, picked up the bartender's phone, inspecting the contact list, not much of value there.

Wiped the blood off my hands, I left the wine cellar.

Ten minutes, he has at most ten minutes, he will soon die from blood loss.

I returned to the bar, Duke was chatting with three girls, seeing me he waved his hand, "Over here."

I didn't have a good feeling about this dim bar, it's a place for kidnapping.

The dim lighting made the heavily made-up women appear flawless, the passionate music combined with alcohol easily stimulated dopamine secretion in both men and women.

They were here for fun, the men were here for fun too.

The three girls were very young, they were chatting with Duke.

If it weren't for me, three ignorant women might face unimaginable things tonight.

I walked over, Duke gently swayed his body enjoying the music.

"Hey man, did you handle it?"

"Yes." I picked up the beer from the table, slowly took a sip.

"This is Dina, this is Kenny." Duke pointed to the girl in the middle.

"Hi!"

The girl named Dina wore a blue bodycon dress.

Duke put his arm around my shoulder, leaned into my ear, "Let's call it a night, we need to scout the situation, this isn't Miami, Colombia isn't Mexico, drug cartels are not ordinary traffickers, they are anti-government armed groups, we need to be cautious, man."

"So, you want to relieve stress."

I responded to Duke quietly.

Duke smiled at me, "I'm really nervous, man, this might be my last night alive!"

Duke released me, looked at the three girls across, "Do you plan on going to Florida?"

"Yes, we want to go to Florida, heard Miami has the best beaches in the world."

"Miami's beaches are great, I swear. If you want to visit, you can call me."

"Really?" The girl named Dina was thrilled.

I set down the beer, "Man, cheer up, I've got somewhere I want to go."

"Really? Sorry, I can't go with you." Duke said regretfully.

"No worries." I patted Duke's shoulder.

"You've got somewhere you want to go? I'll go with you."

WHAT?

I looked at the blonde woman on the right across the table.

"You have a place you want to go, right? I'll go with you!"

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