Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
He tensed up, and right at the moment when they were about to descend on him, he fired his gun, taking out three guys’ legs in the process. They all fell to the ground.
“Holy fuck, they were coming for me. Did you see that?” Bolt asked, kicking their guns away.
“Yeah,” Venom said. “They could see you in the shiny grate.” He pointed to the truck’s back.
“You’re going to be sorry,” one of the men said, groaning.
Venom hadn’t hit any major arteries.
“Yeah, yeah, they keep telling me that.”
He put his guns away, and then he lifted one of the men up onto his feet and cried out as he put weight on the one that was injured.
He let out a little whistle. “That sounds mighty painful.”
“Fuck you.”
He smirked. “You wish. How many more of you people are in there?”
“Don’t tell him, Ronald.”
Venom tutted. “So, you’re Ronald. Hi, Ronald.”
“Fuck you.”
It was cold as fuck outside, but this man was already sweating. He was going to have a lot of fun with him. He couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m not telling you nothing.” And then he spat at him, and Bolt winced.
“I wouldn’t have done that, but damn, that would have pissed me off if it was done to me,” Bolt said. “That shit is just nasty, and full of so many diseases.”
Venom slammed his fist against the man’s face, breaking his nose. He instantly fell to the ground, and Venom picked him up, then butted his head against the man’s face, knocking him clean out. The other two men started to beg for mercy, but Venom wiped the spittle off his face and proceeded to drag the other two men.
“What should I do about him?” Bolt asked.
“Bring him.”
Even as the men fought, they were no match for him, as he dragged them into the main factory, and he was shocked to see how small the operation was. He recognized the chemistry setup with the glass vials full of liquid, the smoke, and all the shit he didn’t do in science class. There was also a small shoebox filled with small packets of white powder.
He’d moved enough of Romano’s shit to know this stuff was pure white, while the powder for Romano was more of an off-white, nearly cream color. Venom never touched the stuff. He didn’t do drugs, as he’d seen firsthand what bad drugs did. It ruined people, destroyed families. He was more into the anti-drug campaign.
The scientist was slender, with glasses, and looked more like a kid out of high school. He took one look toward the door, and as he let the two guards go, he grabbed the nearest chair and sent it flying toward the scientist, which made him fall down.
“Wow, okay, that is fucking amazing,” Bolt said.
Within minutes, he had all three men tied to chairs. This did not make any sense. There were no security cameras. The drugs were here, hidden away in shoeboxes. He figured that was original.
Without saying a word and leaving Bolt to guard the men, he started to look around the room for any sign of who or what might be connected to this. He couldn’t find anything. There was no paperwork, other than the kid’s notes on chemicals and components. But he did see an analysis of the compounds of the Romano drug.
“You’ve made a big mistake,” the man with the broken nose said.
“You’re the one that has been doing this?” Venom asked, taking the pad of notes and standing in front of the scientist.
Once again, he was sweating.
“I ... uh ... I can’t tell you anything.”
Venom let the piece of paper drop onto the pad, grabbed it with two hands, and slammed it against the man’s face, knocking the glasses right off, and he moaned. Within seconds, he started to cry.
“Please don’t, please.”
He was not in the mood for begging.
“I was just doing what I was told.”
“Who told you?” Venom asked.
“David, you keep your fucking mouth shut.” This came from the broken nose guy. So far, Bolt had stayed silent.
“David, do you know you’re responsible for killing a fifteen-year-old girl?” Venom asked. He liked to see the kind of men he was dealing with.
David shook his head. “No, no, this is ... no, not kids. No, this is for adults that don’t want to deal with someone else, someone who is bad.”
“How old are you?” Venom asked. He couldn’t take the kid seriously.
“Twenty-three.”
“You’re dead, boy. You hear me, you’re fucking dead.”
Venom didn’t need to hit the broken nose guy again, as Bolt took care of it for him, and he nodded at the other man. Thankfully, the man was groaning too much to be heard over everything else.
“Twenty-three. You don’t look old enough to be cooking drugs,” he said.
David looked at him, and to the other three guards, then Venom spotted the bedroom that had been made up in the office.