Even muttering incessantly: "Impossible...how could it be..."
Files in his hand had long since scattered all over the ground, the photograph on the paper was particularly vivid. The man in the picture showed no trace of mercy, a contempt for life, resorting to any means to achieve his goal.
Even selling out his fellow country's drug enforcement officers for self-preservation.
His humanity had long been drained, only leaving an empty shell.
Behind him, Edward Foster was terrified, his face filthy, banging his head incessantly, begging for forgiveness, begging to be spared.
Of course, Holly Martinez knew this assistant, who had been following Walker Martinez for nearly two years. She had seen him many times and kept him around because of his alertness. Unexpectedly, he became a pitiless hand brutally injuring her boss, a vicious wolf stirring up troubles behind her back.
