Chapter 115: If This Is The Case, Then Bruto Has Destroyed The Entire Human Civilization

The gun was pointed out. The skull of a man was almost a victim. His eyes glanced without the slightest fear.

"You came again?" asked the man. His voice, which was light but menacing, now filled the ears.

"Still no access for you to enter." The man lit the cigar in his hand with an old-fashioned lighter. The people there love old-fashioned lighters. "So put away your gun or you will die by my hands right now!" he continued.

In front of him currently stands a woman who was wearing a black and long dress. There was a very wide fedora that covered her face. She was the one who pointed the gun earlier.

"I just wanted to meet Bruto," the woman hissed. Her lips pursed fiercely. The gun in her hand was locked and ready to detonate.

The man at gunpoint spat lightly. Even in one look, he could tell the amateurishness of the woman in front of him.

"Bruto wouldn't want to accept a small case like this." The man sipped his cigar again.

"This is not a trivial case. I need him to kill people." The woman screamed. This time both her hands gripped the gun in her hands with a trembling rhythm.

The cigar man chuckled. "This shaking hand of yours has to be firm if you want to kill people because the person you're trying to kill won't be able to be killed by Bruto. He wanted an explosion of news that spread across the country. He needs fame when it comes to killing."

There was a building full of darkness behind the cigar-smoking man. His darkness could devour anyone around him. The woman carrying the gun was one of them.

The visit was also not something she had dreamed of much. However, feeling full of desperation, she came to the building to hire a notorious assassin. But her visits are always refused. Persistence as well as a lot of money are not what Bruto, the hitman, wants.

"Bruto likes melee. He likes the city's commotion. He wants to be chased by the police. He wants to become a fugitive from all over the world, if necessary. But…." The man glanced at the woman in front of him. "Your victim wasn't the one who could have created such a stir. So you better go and find another executioner."

Ignoring the gun stuck to his skull, the cigar-smoking man turned his back and prepared to head back into the building. Because he still has a lot of business inside.

But before that happened the woman with the gun barged beside him. The slit beside his broad shoulders could give way for the fedora hat lady. With a nimble movement, she was able to reach the doorknob of the building and almost entered the building.

However, the man behind her had already grabbed her collar. In one tug she had backed off and was flung backward. Her hip hit the floor horribly. The fedora hat on her head bounced away. Her face was now visible, none other than Aunt Arum.

"Let me meet him just once! I beg!" Aunt Arum had crawled and prostrated at the feet of the man who smoked the cigar. For information only, his name is Gerald.

Gerald was the one who orchestrated the entire assassination mission that would be carried out by Bruto. Gerald is also responsible for selecting whether the prospective client is appropriate and following the criteria desired by Bruto. And for prospective clients who want to hire Bruto' services, they have to meet Gerald first.

"Just give up! Those criteria are not on your list!" Gerald kicked Aunt Arum, causing her to stumble and fall.

"SHE KILLED MY SON!" shouted Aunt Arum hysterically. Her body rolled to the ground. In a short time, she was able to balance her body and crawled under Gerald's feet again.

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"I'd go crazy if she wasn't killed." Aunt Arum sobbed under Gerald's feet. Her beauty was swallowed up by the madness of losing her only precious child.

"Hire someone else to kill! There are still many roads you can take to get to Rome. You know that very well." Gerald threw away the last of his cigar butts. He also spat far after that.

"He's my only child. My best son has been killed. And I also want the killer to be killed in the best possible way too," whispered Aunt Arum in frustration.

"Stop talking nonsense! You're making my ears in pain." Gerald poked his ear with his index finger.

There wasn't much time he wanted to spend just arguing with the woman who was still kneeling and begging him for pity. But even so, Gerald couldn't let her wander around the building. Therefore, Gerald wanted to make Aunt Arum give up and stop coming to his place.

'Many bouncers I can hire. But I don't want to deal with trivial things like this,' thought Gerald.

"I have money if that's the case. I have a lot of money. How much do you want? One hundred million? Two hundred million?" Aunt Arum's face looked up at Gerald like crazy. Her eyes were not as lively and beautiful as before. At that time, Aunt Arum turned into a stranger who no one recognized. The expression on her face changed, and the warmth in her eyes was gone.

"When it comes to money then you will be a precious honorable guest long ago. The thing is that Bruto is kind of special. Just make sure your target's death will lead to a riot, if that's the case then come back here!" Gerald's order. Once again he kicked Aunt Arum until she fell backward.

Gerald hastily turned to enter the building.

"Everyone who dies will result in a riot. You know that! EVERYONE!" Aunt Arum still hadn't given up.

Gerald turned around again in a huff. "If that was the case, then Bruto would have wiped out the entire human civilization." Gerald raised an eyebrow. "Go, before you disgust Bruto! You might end up being killed!" The door had been slammed which was preceded by the disappearance of Gerald's figure behind the door.

Aunt Arum seemed to have lost all her life in her life. Her eyes looked around desperately.

"My son is dead! MY KID IS DEAD!!!!"

Several guests who had just arrived looked up at Aunt Arum who was lying on the ground. The guests were state officials or important people. Usually, they will hire the services Bruto to get rid of their competitors or rivals.

"Haha, haha, so which kind of target did Bruto receive?" Aunt Arum chuckled disdainfully. However, tears welled up in her eyes at that moment.

"My child! My son must get justice!" Aunt Arum was now laughing madly. Her body that was still on the ground was now rolling around like she was being burned by something. It was her way of expressing anger that Bruto' side had rejected her offer.

"Riot. I have to make the killer get in touch with someone who can create riots," concluded Aunt Arum with a strong determination in her heart to immediately destroy Luci.

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