P.O.V
He looked around at his men, all wearing the same shirts, same shorts, and working in the cold breeze. This wasn't enough work which he wanted because time was less and work was more than good.
If this was needed to be done, he had to do it now. "Why are you so slow, pigs?" He bellowed over the crowd, and every head turned to look at him.
He became angry that they left working and started staring at him. Within a millisecond, he fetched his g*n and aimed ahead from a good distance.
Short gasps were heard when he finished shooting three men, bullets straight into their heads. "Are you done with your break? Or do you want some more?"
His pigs, as he called them, started their work with more speed this time. He seemed a bit satisfied for some hours.
'There's no way they will survi
