The vengeful billionaire

Stranger Death

"Please, don't kill me," Elon pleaded, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "I just want to go home."

The driver's eyes were cold and hard as steel. "No games, man.

Where did you take the child?" he demanded.

"I'm not going to ask you again."

Elon trembled, unable to speak. His mind raced as he tried to think of a way out of this nightmare. But he knew there was no escape.

The driver's patience was wearing thin, and there was nowhere to run. The second man strode towards them gently.

With a look of utter confusion, the two men stared at Elon in disbelief. All of a sudden,he was smiling at them, as if he wasn't afraid of dying. "What's wrong with you?" one of them demanded, his voice shaking with anger and fear. "Why are you smiling? Do you think this is a joke?"

"No," Elon replied, his voice calm and even.

"This is not a joke. And I'm not afraid to die. But I want to know why you killed the boy's parents.

"We are on a mission right now, " said the driver. He was still holding the pistol gun while pointing at him at the ready

"I see,"Elon snapped, still grunting from the bullet in his body

" So you are from a secret organisation right?" Elon said, your mission is to kill the whitebeard family and especially the boy named Patrick"

As Elon's words hung in the air, the two men glanced at each other, their faces betraying a mixture of confusion and fear.

"How did you know about that?" the first man stammered. "Who are you?"

Elon's smile widened, revealing a flash of white teeth.

"Let's just say I'm more than meets the eye," he said.

"Now, tell me who sent you to do this from the organisation , who is your leader?I want to know everything."

"You can't possibly know that," the second man said, his voice filled with scorn. "You're just trying to stall us. But we're not going to be distracted by your tricks."

"No tricks," Elon said, still smiling. "I know the truth. And I think you know that I know the truth. So tell me, why did you kill the boy's parents? What did they do to deserve such a fate?"

The two men exchanged a look, and then turned back to face Elon. "We can't tell you that," one of them said. "You're about to die!" the second man yelled, his voice filled with rage. He pushed his companion aside and levelled his gun at Elon's stomach. With a jerk of his hand, he pulled the trigger and the shot rang out, reverberating off the walls of the room.

As the smoke cleared, the men stood in stunned silence. They looked down at Elon, expecting to see him lying in a pool of blood. But to their surprise, he was still standing. The bullet had missed him, and he was staring at them, a look of triumph on his face.

Then they shot him three times in the liver, and he crumpled to the ground, his lifeblood pooling around him. Elon stumbled backward, his expression one of shock and horror. The two men stood like statues, silent and unmoving, their mission complete.

Although it wasn't Elon they wanted to kill.

Their mission had failed. They'd been unable to get the information they needed from Elon, and now they were stuck. All they had was a dead body and a car full of questions.

"Let's get out of here," the driver said, his voice shaking.

They hurried to the truck and sped away, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. They narrowly avoided hitting the cop car that was in pursuit, but they were far from safe. They had to find the boy, but they had no idea where to start.

The corps enter the corner passage and they found a

Elon's body where the two men killed.

Robnex was recovering in the hospital bed, his body still sore from the previous day's accident. His hands trembled as he tried to focus on the television, but his mind kept wandering about what could happen to Elon when he went for the bridge earlier this morning.

He couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious boy he saved from the accident, and the strange circumstances that had brought them together,nagging at him like a persistent itch.

He was distracted from his thoughts by the sound of footsteps in the hallway. He turned his head and saw a woman in a white coat approaching his room.

The woman introduced herself as Dr Watson.

Dr. Watson was a skilled surgeon, but as she examined the boy's condition, she knew that his injuries were severe. His face was bruised and swollen, and his skin was a mottled mess of red and purple.

His eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and his breathing was shallow and laboured. It was clear that the boy had suffered significant trauma, and Dr. Watson knew that his recovery would be long and difficult. She said all of this to Robnex.

Robnex struggled to comprehend the news he was hearing.

The television was reporting that his brother, Elon, had been killed by the two killers from the truck.

The words were a jumble in his head, and he couldn't seem to make sense of them. His brother, the brother he'd known and loved his whole life, was gone.

The doctor tried to get Robnex's attention, but he was too consumed by the news to hear her. Tears began to fall down his cheeks as he realised the enormity of what had happened.

"What!" Robnex screamed…….