Two weeks passed without me writing.
Damn it, will I ever remember everything?
Where do I even begin?
On the last page, Michael told me the target.
The next day, he woke me up and told me to go somewhere with him.
I knew what we were going to do.
I was excited until the car stopped at a sauna.
Damn it, does he want to take a bath?
"Let's go in," he said.
I went in with him.
It was an empty space.
He pointed to an underground staircase.
We went down it.
There were about 19 people.
10 in suits and 9 without clothes.
"What's going on?" we asked.
"They're my followers."
"Who exactly are your followers?"
"The naked ones."
"So we're in an ambush."
"Oh, didn't you notice from the beginning?"
"How !"
"No one bowed to me."
"Ugh, damn it, I was feeling excited."
"What are we going to do?" i asked
"Do?" You stay still, and I'll take care of it.
Michael looked and asked who was responsible.
One of them looked at him and said, "Me."
"Good. I don't want to make a mistake and kill you first."
He pulled out a gun.
And don't ask me what happened because I'm still here, and Michael will finish his revenge.
He grabbed the officer and said, "Torture him a little and put some clothes on him."
After he rested a bit,
he asked me if I was hurt.
Damn, that was incredibly fast.
They put the officer in front of him.
"Who sent you?"
He didn't answer.
First finger, second finger...
The whole palm ...
He still didn't speak.
The scene was bloody.
Me and the faint-hearted ones among Michael's followers vomited.
Michael said, "Okay, tell me your name."
He told him his name.
Michael took the phone and called, giving him all the information.
In less than five minutes,
he confessed.
Who sent him?
It was a shock.
I didn't know the topic would be this big.
he said
Minister of Justice