Chapter 35 - The Annoying Fly

- "Victor said that we should all attend the general meeting today. If someone is not here, notify them immediately."- said Oscar scooping up a spoonful of soup.

Now he was in the dining room with his comrades in arms. When he finished speaking, everyone who was sitting next to him nodded, because they knew that if their senior asked them to get together, it means it's something important.

When evening came, all the guys gathered in the main hall. Sitting each in their seats, they could only wait for Victor's arrival.

"Do you know why he called us?" Artoo asked, fidgeting in his chair.

- "If you called, it means it's something important, isn't it clear?" Oscar replied, rolling his eyes.

- "It's been a long time since we had a general gathering.. Maybe it's something big." - said Artie.

- "Who knows.." - replied Oscar, looking at the entrance door to the hall.

After a couple of minutes, the door opened. When everyone present saw who entered, they immediately stopped talking and focused on the man dressed in a black shirt that was rolled up to the elbow and black trousers.

Victor had an icy look, which made most of those present immediately think of the reason for the gathering. When he sat down in his seat, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.

At that moment, when tobacco smoke came out of his mouth, the pressure around him increased.

- "It seems that some people have not realized that it is better for them not to pry into other people's affairs.." Victor said with an unfocused look.

When everyone heard Victor's words, they realized that someone had decided to annoy their boss. And knowing Victor's character, the one who decided to stop him will clearly incur his wrath.

- "Noah, come to me." - said Victor, shifting his gaze to the blond boy.

When Noah approached Victor, he took a small piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to him. When he read what was written there, he couldn't help but look at Victor with a questioning look.

- "This is the address.. The man you're supposed to bring to me alive is Morgan Baker. I want him to be in the white room today, do you understand?" Victor asked, looking at Noah with an empty look.

Noah nodded and left the hall immediately going to carry out the order.

- "Oscar, what do we have with the Continental Hotel? I don't see that things are in full swing."- said Victor, focusing his gaze on Oscar.

- "Victor, it's winter now and it's quite cold outside, so the workers can't work full-time. But I talked to some people and they said they would find us more people to speed up the construction process," Oscar replied.

Rubbing his dirty hair, Victor frowned slightly. There were a lot of different thoughts in his head right now. He didn't like that everything was moving so slowly. He wanted to focus on the next plan as quickly as possible, so he looked back at Oscar and everyone else.

- "Children.. Collect all the children you can find. The best choice will be children from 10 to 14 years old. I don't care how long it takes, but you have to look at every shelter in this city." - said Victor

- "Give them a home and a place where they can develop. Inform Noah later so that he will take responsibility for their preparation. " after these words, he got up and left the hall.

- "Hey.. What did he mean when he gave us such a task?" Artie asked, tugging at his brother's shoulder.

- "Most likely he plans to expand our family. Judge for yourself, given Victor's aspirations, we will clearly not be enough to achieve this goal."

Oscar replied and looked at Artie - "Okay, let's go, we don't have time for your empty chatter."

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Later that night. At the door to the mansion, there was a figure who was dragging a large bag behind him. If you look closely, you can clearly see traces of blood on a person's clothes, especially on black gloves, which were completely smeared in blood.

At this moment, Noah was dragging a huge bag behind him, which made the sound of friction on the floor clearly audible throughout the corridor. When he went down the stairs, he immediately went to the only door that was there.

Opening it, Noah saw Victor with his head down sitting on a chair holding something in his hand, but due to the fact that there was only 1 lamp in the room, it was impossible to see what exactly.

- "Thanks for the work done, Noah... You can go now." Victor said without raising his head.

Hearing the words, Noah left the room leaving the bag. At this moment, Victor raised his head and looked with an icy gaze towards the bag in which the body of an unconscious person was lying.

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The man who was unconscious suddenly moved. Opening his eyes, the elderly man felt like his head was splitting badly. His vision was still not clear, but he noticed that he was in some small room where there was a white canvas all over the floor, which was quite strange.

- "What... Where am I?" an elderly man croaked.

When he made a sound, he heard a voice behind him. He did not recognize this voice and when he was about to move his body to turn around, he felt that he could not even move when he noticed that his hands were tied to steel chains that were holding onto the ceiling.

Then I realized that he was in limbo.

- "Long time no see Morgan Baker" - Victor's voice sounded near his ear.

- "Who are you?" the man said with difficulty, still feeling very weak all over his body.

- "I am Viktor Romanov, the one to whom you should not have crossed the road." Victor replied, sitting down on a chair, next to which there was a large mirror.

- "Ha ha.. So you decided to kill me as well as my son?! You're a fucking psycho.."

Morgan replied with undisguised anger in his voice.

Now that he introduced himself, Morgan realized who he was. He was already furious at the mere sight of this boy. When he found out that his son had died, he used all his contacts that he had in Birmingham, but he didn't find anything.

Until he found out that all the property and enterprises of his son had passed into the hands of Viktor Romanov, who had long ago helped his son start his own business.

"You're right.. It was me who killed Marcus," Victor replied without even hiding it.

- "Fuck you! If the cops show up here, you're finished. damn bastard!" the man spat, trying to break free from the chains, but his strength disappeared somewhere at that moment. He couldn't even touch the floor, as his feet simply didn't reach him.

"I killed your son quickly... But I'm going to kill you slowly." - said Victor and showed a vegetable peeler in his hand, when he suddenly asked a strange question - "Don't you feel like you're getting hot?"

Indeed, when he asked, Morgan felt that the heat on the front of his body was getting stronger. It made him panic.

- "What's happening to me?!" Morgan shouted with fear in his voice.

Victor did not answer right away, instead he got up from his chair and took the mirror that stood next to him and only then spoke: "When I was in the war, I often used an interesting method of torture. No one has been able to hold out to the end yet and it is called "Cleaning"."

When he finished speaking, he placed the mirror so that Morgan could see his reflection in it. When he saw his body, his brain seemed to explode and he began to scream hysterically.

- "Ah-ah-ah!!"

- "Wait.. Aa-a-a-a!"

- "What have you done to me!"

- "Ahhh!"

In the reflection on the front of Morgan's body, one layer of a thin layer of skin was removed, exposing his subcutaneous nerves. This sight looked extremely bloody and disgusting. Any normal person seeing this with their own eyes would clearly be traumatized by this horror.

"By cutting off the epidermis, I exposed the subcutaneous nerves."

- "If you then touch them..."

- "The pain will be like a burn.. Anesthesia, by the way, should just end.." - having finished speaking, Victor poked the man in the place of skinless. Making him squeal like a pig at the slaughter.

"You shouldn't have tried to follow me, much less interfere in my business. If you hadn't brought your people to my factory, then I would have ignored you further, but since you decided to annoy me, then I won't be polite."