I Want to Die, But I Am Immortal-Chapter 69: Friends 4

His question was never completed. Adam’s hand moved in a hazy blur. His fingers dug into the soft flesh as he took the man by the throat. The man’s eyes widened in fear. Adam pushed him back into the tiny toilet stall after spinning him around. He slammed the door and ushered them into the small, dark room.

The man began to struggle as he tried to scratch the hand that was choking him to death.

Adam pressed his lips to the man’s ear as he leaned in close. "If you wish to survive," he said in a chilly, poisonous hiss. "You will tell me everything you know." Concerning The Byrd. regarding your work. Everything.

The man’s eyes got even bigger. He got it. He made an effort to nod in agreement. Adam relaxed his hold just enough to allow the man to breathe so he could speak after sensing the desperate attempt at communication.

The man gasped in a ragged whisper, "I am just a small-time operator." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"My job is just to keep an eye on a target in a specific area. I don’t know who runs things. I don’t even know who gives me the instructions. I just get paid for it. The money shows up on my phone."

Adam heard the man’s frantic admission. He was honest, and he knew it. This man was a tiny, inconsequential cog in a huge machine, a pawn. There was no use pressuring him for more details.

He had none. What to do with him was the question now. He might murder him. It would be simple. It would end with a swift snap of the neck.

Adam, however, paused. In the bloody sand of his new reality, he had a rule and a line that he had drawn for himself. Only those who had raised a weapon against him were killed by him. This man was not a murderer; he was a spy. Adam still possessed enough humanity to make that distinction significant.

He let go. To give the man room to breathe, he took a step back. His eyes were hard and cold as he gazed at him. "If you report this incident," he said in a low, menacing murmur. "I will find you if you tell anyone what happened here." I remember faces quite well. I am also really good at finding people. You are aware that I have a bounty on my head. You ought to know what that implies.

Sweat was running down the man’s face. He was shaking. He stumbled, "I do not know who you are."

"I can not recall what happened just now. Nothing took place."

Adam grinned thinly and without humor. After giving one nod, he walked out of the restroom.

His friends were waiting for him. Joseph remarked impatiently, "You took a long time."

"Leave now."

At Saman City, they got off. For several blocks, they strolled. Then they came to a stop. In front of a club, they stood. In the late afternoon sun, a neon sign flashed on a sleek, modern building. Excitement was practically vibrating through Joseph and Eric.

"How are you two doing?" A feeling of intense dread descended upon Adam as he asked. "Where have you taken me?"

Joseph’s face was filled with anxious guilt as he gazed at him. "Come on, man," he begged. "Only for today. I will never again ask you for anything after this.

Adam turned to face the club. He saw the happy expressions on his friends’ faces. They had been lured here, he knew. He was aware that it was a lie, but he was unsure of what they had been promised. This was the trap, he knew. The trap set by JokerX.

He inhaled deeply. He needed to enter. He could not let his pals enter this by themselves. They were idiots, but they were his idiots. He needed to keep them safe.

He braced himself. His emotional armor was put on. Once more, he took on the role of predator. His brain went into overdrive. He glanced at the street, the entrance, and the passersby. He thought about his escape routes. His system inventory contained three firearms. Lots of ammunition.

He was ready.

They walked towards the entrance. Two large men in black suits stood guard at the door. They were bodyguards professional muscle. Adam analyzed them their posture their movements their weak points. He was already planning how to take them down if things went bad.

The bodyguards stopped them. They frisked them patting them down for weapons. They found nothing. They waved them through.

They walked down a long dimly lit corridor. At the end of it was a large set of double doors. They entered the main hall of the club. It was a vast opulent space. A lot of people were there standing around talking in hushed tones.

They all looked tough experienced fighters. Adam knew they weren’t here for the music. They were here for him.

He was curious. What kind of bait had JokerX used to lure his friends here? It must have been something very powerful to make them so eager to walk into a den of wolves.

They made their way to the middle of the space. There was a big couch. On it sat a man. He was tall, with a long scar down his cheek and a pale complexion. The club was dark, but he had on dark sunglasses. He was observing them.

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