Chapter 35: Like A Balloon

Inside the house, Maverick and Venom also heard the noise. With Venom's sharing, Maverick also saw the unfriendly and menacing black-clad men getting out of the cars outside.

"It looks like they're here for me, probably Jon Hammond's men. How considerate. I was just wondering how to find him," Maverick adjusted his clothes, talking to Venom as he walked towards the door.

Venom chuckled at his words, then retreated into Maverick's body, already looking forward to the upcoming meal.

As Maverick opened the door, several black-clad men holding guns had already blocked the doorway.

They pointed their guns at Maverick and said calmly but threateningly, "Please come with us, sir."

After glancing at their posture, Maverick smiled and raised his hands obediently, allowing them to lead him to one of the cars with guns pointed at his back.

As soon as he got into the car, Maverick's head was covered with a black cloth, so he couldn't see the people in the car or the route and buildings along the way.

"Tsk tsk tsk, very professional. It seems like you guys have done this a lot," Maverick, with the black cloth over his head, said in a mocking tone.

Although the person next to him glared at him irritably, they still didn't dare to engage in much conversation with him.

After all, it was a special period, and the boss was in a volcanic state. They dared not make any mistakes to avoid becoming the next victims.

"Talking about professionalism, you guys are really flawless. I didn't expect the kidnappers to be mute. You're good enough to avoid leaking any information," Maverick's mouth was still sharp though. Of course, he knew that these people had received orders not to speak, but that didn't stop him from being annoying.

After a few more attempts, seeing that the person next to him still didn't respond much, Maverick closed his mouth and quietly waited to get off at their destination.

At this moment, his heart was unusually calm, even happy. That was also the reason why he talked so much on the way.

Because he felt that this revenge was almost coming to an end. After dealing with Jon Hammond, his vendetta would finally be over.

His approach to dealing with enemies had always been to eradicate them completely, leaving no room for future trouble. Any hesitation towards the enemy could potentially cause more harm to oneself.

The vehicle drove quickly, and before long, they had arrived at Jon Hammond's mansion.

Maverick, wearing a black hood, was escorted by two armed men to a reception room.

In the reception room at this moment, there were no other idle people, only Jon Hammond and his few bodyguards.

Maverick was tied to a chair, and beside him, Holm pulled off the black hood from his head, adjusted his glasses, glanced at his appearance, and then said to Jon Hammond, "This is the guy."

"1, 2, 3... 8, a total of eight people, the ones who just went to my place are here too, perfect, it'll be convenient to deal with them later," Jon Hammond assessed Maverick while Maverick counted how many people were in the room in his mind.

"You don't seem surprised at all," Jon Hammond said, looking at Maverick with a calm expression.

The more nonchalant Maverick appeared, the more he seemed to know, and the deeper the connection to this series of events. Thinking of this, Jon Hammond's eyes narrowed, and a fierce gleam flashed in them.

Maverick didn't answer his question but instead raised his head with interest, looking at him and asking, "So you're Jon Hammond? You do look a lot like that scumbag Harvey Hammond, truly brothers."

Upon hearing the insult to Harvey Hammond, Jon Hammond's expression darkened. Then, he instructed Holm beside him, "It's up to you now. I expect to know the answer in ten minutes."

With that, he stood up, ready to leave. Maverick's audacity annoyed him, and after prying Maverick's mouth open, he would personally deal with this ignorant fellow.

Seeing Jon Hammond preparing to leave, Maverick laughed loudly, "Hahaha, don't be in such a hurry. We've only just met, haven't we? Why leave so soon?"

"You just want to know who killed that scumbag and what connection I have with his death, right? I can tell you the answer directly," Maverick continued, his smile widening, "I killed him, just like popping a balloon."

"Bang! Turned into minced meat, hahaha!"

"Sorry about that, must have added a lot of trouble to your cleanup work."

"I wonder if that guy was completely gathered up by you guys, maybe there's still a part of him left in some corner."

"But it doesn't matter, the cute little rats and cockroaches will help you clean up."

Listening to Maverick's taunting words towards Jon Hammond, Venom couldn't help but sigh, 'You really have some talent in you. I think after these few incidents, you're getting more proficient at this kind of thing. Very much like a certain poor guy.'

Maverick responded in his mind, 'Hehe, come on now, it's not worth mentioning.'

Hearing Maverick's words, Jon Hammond's expression kept changing, unable to contain his rage.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!!!*

He directly snatched the gun from one of the bodyguards beside him and continuously fired at Maverick, who was tied to the chair, until the magazine was empty.

*Click, click, click!* With the bullets already spent, the gun made the sound of an empty magazine, and Jon Hammond casually threw it aside, then grabbed another gun and continued shooting.

His eyes were bloodshot with hatred and anger, making everyone present feel a bit uneasy.

After emptying three guns in a row, Jon Hammond's anger subsided slightly. He panted heavily, straightened his somewhat disheveled hair, and then said to Holm beside him, "Go! Prepare the tools. I'm going to chop him into mincemeat and feed him to the dogs!"

Just as Hom nodded and prepared to act, Maverick, who had been riddled with bullets, suddenly moved again.

"Haah!" Maverick let out a sharp breath and opened his eyes, as if just waking up from a dream, with Venom clicking in his mind with how dramatic the former is making this.

Seeing his movement, everyone present stared at his ragged and blood-stained clothes, indicating that everything just now was not a dream.

If that's the case, then why did the person who should have died come back to life?

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