FREDDY’S BASE AND SIMON’S PLANS.

Simon shrugged off the guards, they wanted to hold him down again but Freddy waved them off. Staring at Simon with angry eyes, the guards left the office.

“What is this about Simon?” Freddy asked, relaxing back on his black leather swirl chair, as usual, he was putting on his black blazers, his bald head looked like sunlight illuminating the room.

There were several loads of cash on his table and other contrabands, Simon seem to have entered at the wrong time.

Hatake was standing next to him, with his mask on, hands on his sword at all times. The two guards that stood behind them were also on alert.

“Don’t pretend Freddy, only a person working for you would have possession of a military grade sniper,” Simon countered, although he was pretending to be angry; he was actually getting angry just by staring at Freddy’s face.

Looking at the man who murdered his wife made him so angry, but losing control here would only cost his life. Dying without taking Freddy’s life isn’t dying, he w