Chapter 23

I kept crawling and sure enough I came upon a room where a couple of thugs in green sat around smoking weed with a tall man sitting on the couch with a gun on his lap.

'Razor,' I realised and I listened.

"Man day by day Cotton Mouth's getting pushy," Razor snorted, "I mean what the fuck does he and his cousin think their doing? Fucking rebuilding Harlem? Fuck that man!"

"Yeah, you said it Razor, those two are fucking crazy man!" said lakey #1.

"Hey, did you guys know I was there when that big green guy showed up and wrecked the place?" lakey #2 asked.

"The Hulk? You serious man? You were there?" Razor looked surprised.

"Yeah man, him and this other dude, grey looking guy. They like brought down a military chopper man! And then they began tearing up each other!"

"Don't' forget that rope kid man!" lakey #3 yelled out.

"Oh yeah, sorry man, I almost forgot! Suddenly this little dude like shows up and saved everyone man! He took out the big guy in like five seconds! He choked him!"

"Woah," Razor whistled, "damn, wish we had guys like that."

"Yeah, he used this rope, like sticky string to choke him man. And then he like stood over his body and laughed! It was fucking psycho man!"

I rolled my eyes, I so don't do a psycho laugh...well, I don't usually do it outloud. Maybe in the privacy of own head.

"Alright enough of this shit," Razor grumbled getting up, "that fucking mexican expects the drugs tonight. We need to pack up the shit and move. You guys ready yet?"

"Almost boss, maybe just a few more minutes," lakey #1 replied.

"Great, show me," Razor spoke as he and the others left the room, switching off the light. I quickly shimmied in reverse and followed him into the drug packaging room.

Razor yelled a lot and got his people moving. The moment the last box was packed they all moved downstairs and I needed to get out well.

I climbed out onto the roof, sighing into the cool night air. I ran to the roof edge and found a large van parked in the back. Razor and his crew put the drugs in there and got on. They even took off into the night and I knew I had to follow.

I took a running start and leaped off into the air. I clicked the shelters and shoot a webne across the street, swinging across the road. The wind howled at my ears, it suddenly became too cold for me. I didn't understand how Peter managed to swing in the cold night wearing nothing but spandex. Maybe thermal underwear?

I followed the van via roof tops to the harbour. They stopped before a warehouse, number 153, and waited for the doors to open. The moment it did they drove in, and I snuck in by opening the sky light and crawling along the wall, sticking to shadows.

I saw a mexican man in a nice suit waiting for them. A suitcase by his side and guards around him.

Razor got out of the van men loading out the drugs. "It's here."

"I'm sure," the mexican spoke with a hint of an accent. He handed Razor the case, "your payment."

Razor opened it and examined the money, "all right, we good."

"The Kingpin would like to extend his gratitude, it was very hard to get the...medicine we needed into the city, what with the army crawling all over Manhattan." I gasped softly the Kingpin? Already? The first crime group I follow and land up in the middle of one of Kingpin's deals?! Fuck me!

I took out the camera and began to film the scene before me. If I ever fight the Kingpin, this will be great evidence to put him away. And if a certain blind lawyer is willing to help me, then all the better.

"Keep giving me cash and I'm a happy fish amego," Razor grinned, "anything else?"

"The next shipment?"

"Same time," Razor shrugged, "oh, and I want double."

The man sighed, "Mr. Razor, we are already paying you three times what this stuff is worth."

"Take it, or leave it," Razor spat.

"Or else?"

"Or else I'll sell to someone else," Razor smirked, "I heard Cottonmouth got his hand on some dough, maybe he could help me out."

The man in the suit sighed, "I really wished you hadn't said that...very well," the snapped his fingers suddenly his men aimed their guns at Razor and in seconds tore him into pieces.

I had sure to keep my fingers steady to not shake the video, tho I was shocked to my system. They killed him? Just like that?

The GST gang member couldn't do a thing. Before even one of them could drop the ce of drugs they carrying and draw their weapon Razor was dead and the steaming nuzzles were pointed at them.

"Next time, don't be so greedy," the man spat on Razor's corpse. He turned to the people staring at him, "how's in charge now?"

Lakey #3 stepped up, he gulped, "I am."

"I expect the shipment to be delivered at the time next week. Any mistakes and...well, you already know," he walked away with the drugs leaving behind the money and the corpse.

GST and I got out of that warehouse as quickly as we could. And while they ran away I sat on warehouse rooftop stunned in school. I watched the video I captured as it played over over again. They killed a man, in cold blood they killed a man.

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