After being held in an empty and abandoned warehouse for more than a week, your hopes of survival are increasingly fading, you chuckle sadly considering that you have no one now, it's impossible for anyone to save you from the road to your death

BANG BANG BANG

The sound of gun shots and several people fighting could be heard from outside the door, causing a noise that made you traumatize and tremble in fear, with your eyes tightly closed and your head bowed, you recited the hope that it wasn't the person who kidnapped you who would commit violence against you again

A moment later, footsteps were heard entering the room where you were being held captive, Carlson, with long echoing steps in the room, stopped just a few meters in front of you, with a gun in his hand and several traces of blood dripping from his black jacket. He was silent looking at your very pathetic body, several cuts on your body, clothes full of dried blood and body tied to a small chair

"Damn it, you troublesome brat, you're just adding to my work"

Carlson's rough and even voice made you open your eyes wide, your head tilted up to look at his towering body in front of you. But Carlson's eyes were emotionless and he didn't care about your dying condition, he reluctantly untied all the ties on your body and walked in front of you

"Hurry up, I don't have much time for trash like you"