NovelEnglishCarlos rolled up his sleeve. When the doctor was about to administer the injection, Carlos grabbed his wrist and stared at him with murderous eyes.
The doctor’s face beca mask of fear.
“Carlos?”
Carlos twisted the doctor’s arm behind his back. This caused a surge of pain, and the doctor whined and dropped the syringe.
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Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFrankie carefully picked the syringe up, took a pair of miniature pliers from his pocket, removed the needle, and threw it into the discarded needle bin. He then placed the syringe into his bag.
When they heard the sounds of struggle inside, the two bodyguards burst into the room, caught hold of the doctor and brought him to the floor.
“Carlos? Wh-what’s going on?” the doctor cried.
Carlos stood up and straightened his shirt. In a cold voice, he ordered, “Take him out.”
Inside the doctor’s office
Carlos took out a cigarette, lit it and took a drag before he made himself comfortable on the couch. He needed to be alert for this, and felt that relaxing would help free his mind.
The bodyguards dragged the doctor in and forced him to kneel before their boss.
Carlos sat there quietly, glaring icily at him. The doctor shuddered with fear.
While Carlos shed the cherry from his cigarette with a tap, Frankie walked back into the room. He had just handed the syringe to an aide, who would have the contents analyzed.
“Doctor, what were you planning to inject Carlos with?”
“Carlos… He’s not strong enough yet. His memory hasn’t recovered. The medicine. is…memantine. It treats memory loss, confusion, and problems with…ugh…thinking and reasoning…” The doctor was on the floor, both bodyguards sitting on him. One of them, a Large-framed man looked at Carlos, who merely nodded. The big man took one of the doctor’s arms that was already behind his back and twisted. With a sickening snap, the bodyguard dislocated the man’s arm.
“No! What are you- Aaagh!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTears fell. Drops of sweat began to form on his forehead and his face was as pale as a sheet.
“C-Carlos… p-please!”
Carlos flicked the ashes from his cigarette and remained silent.
Frankie warned the doctor, “We know what you’ve done to Carlos, Doctor.
Now tell the truth, quickly. Carlos is a busy man, after all.”
The doctor bit his lips and closed his eyes before saying, “It’s…the truth.”
Out of patience, Carlos threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray and stood up.
“Bury him alive,” he ordered, his voice steady, betraying no emotion. He gave the order as easily as one might order a drink at a restaurant.
“Yes, Carlos.”
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