Chapter 18.

Disrespectful.

He drove at full speed trying not to attract attention, more than a challenge the man had not even gone to look for a weapon at the warehouse, he preferred to trust in his skills, he watched the cars pass behind him, he felt that the city was completely at his disposal, there were children who looked at him with curiosity, since the mask was not something common unless the person was sick, he had forgotten exactly how long he had been driving, but his legs felt numb...

He had finally arrived at the place where they were staying for at least s moments later the infiltrators, some students who were walking greeted him with a good morning; they seemed bored of going to class, he didn't answer them and continued entering.

It was a small motel, he didn't need to do more than show the gun on his waist to the receptionist and show her the photos of the infiltrators for her to tell him that they are in room 6 on the second hallway... please, put a silencer on so the clients don't get scared and let me know when you finish so I can send someone to clean up the work.

It seemed that it was something normal in motels that this type of things happened because of some settling of scores; it only took two minutes for him to be in front of the room, and opening it, he saw that the men were sleeping: one was fat and the other was bald, the briefcases were open and there were photos everywhere.

It seemed like they were celebrating a victory, the phones were off and he put them in one of his pockets… this pair of oxygen-consuming wastes could not continue bothering those who had given them a hand to eat…

And collecting the photos in piles to store them, there was one that caught his attention, because it was of the grandfather and the grandson where he had put the cameras the night before… ¿what the hell was going on and which member were they directly linked to?

That was what he wanted to know, however, the infiltrators began to wake up and when they did a bullet went through his skull, he had no intention of wasting time torturing this pair of traitors, because in his mind only the photos he had just seen were shining…

When suddenly the door was heard ringing with the receptionist's voice saying: if you're done, go soon, I need to clean up the mess, the room has to be ready for use in half an hour, so taking the briefcases in his hands he made sure with several bullet impacts directly to the heart and throat of the subjects that life did not try to cling to their bodies, and opening the door he simply left, the woman could not fully see his face, the mask only gave her a glimpse of his eyes which looked violent, dominant and frightening…

Getting on the motorcycle, he only had one thing in mind: returning to the warehouse as soon as possible, he had lost an hour and a half getting to this place and the job had only happened in less than 10 minutes, if he kept up the same pace he was running everything at, he would be back much sooner than planned, plus, he had the two idiots' phones in his pocket, there was no way those photos were going to get where they needed to, because when he turned the phones on, he checked exactly if any kind of coded message or information had been sent and there was absolutely nothing, simply a message asking him to bring the names of the families, the organization was linked to and they had almost succeeded, but they had been very idiotic to think they could celebrate as if with an early victory.