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Capítulo Veintiuno: TT Smuggle I

“I’ll count from 1 to 3. If you don’t shut up I’ll make sure that this fucking gun’s pellet will be served as your last meal,” Jerson warned as he pointed the muzzle at Van’s head. Van, who was cornered by Alec, almost reviled. Van knew that Jerson would most probably do what he said given that he was not in his right state of mind. Alcohol has gotten into Jerson. If he does something to provoke a stimulus that elicits a reaction, Jerson would do what he said and Van wouldn't want to die for something so crazy. 

“Where the fuck did he get that?” Van clamored. Not only was his neatly ironed white collar dress shirt being held by Alec whose other hand was positioned to punch him, but a gun was also edged at him. Van didn’t feel any fear. All his life, he was battling over his life. A single gun would do nothing compared to the thousands of guns that were waiting for him and would not hesitate to kill him every tim

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