A black-clad man strode up to his captive with a hammer in one hand. With the prisoner strapped to the chair, he swung the hammer in an arc, bringing it down on his big toe. It split open like a bloody grape.
The prisoner screamed, and screamed, and screamed as he pulled against his restraints. The prisoner wasn’t a Samruk International mercenary but rather a former informant of theirs. His name was Kenny Rodriguez.
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