George Smiley exerted force to pull out the paper documents, but still half of them were burnt. "What does it say in here?"
The Spaniards kept silent.
The leader was a Four Eyes. In fact, the original boss here had been Marsellino, but after witnessing Victor's "parade," he resigned on the spot.
Fuck!
"I quit. Low pay, too much work, stupid teammates, bastard bosses," he even planned to defect to Victor.
Once he left, Four Eyes temporarily took over as the boss.
He was unyielding, silent in the face of George Smiley's questioning. Smiley punched and shattered his glasses. The lenses instantly fractured, piercing into his eyes, and he screamed in pain.
"I'm talking to you! You think it's just wind in your ears! Fucking son of a bitch! You want to die, don't you? I'll make your life a living hell!"
George Smiley, known for his temper, grabbed his head and pressed his face directly into the still-burning basin.
Sizzling~
Just like roasting meat.
