Chapter 390 Who's in charge?!
Small town: Northeast
Dead with nails in their eyes but one as the man with the torn top hat presses his back against the wall with fear strewn on his face.
Walking up to the man slowly, Slazer says with his nail gun still out, your the last one buddy. Count yourself blessed. Now I have some questions for you.
About to make a move to escape, firing a nail smack dab in the man's right hand, Slazer says with his tone ominous, hey I kept you breathing because I said I have questions that need answers dimwit.
Crying out in pain as his hand is gushing blood and stuck to the wall, whining the ragged hatted chum says, what do you want to know? Rrrghh fuck! Rrrghhgh.
Staring at him with an expression that is cold like ice, Slazer states, who's in charge of this town? And don't give me bullshit, I want truth now talk.
Gulping as he looks over at Slazer with depression, the man responds, this town is run by a guy named Grino...I hear he's a right hand of some fella that's in league with Zorga! And that's all I know I swear!
Quick with another question, Slazer says, alright. But where can I find this Grino person around here? He frequent any habital spots?
Creeping down as his knees touch the dirt, ragged top hat man laments, I hear he regliously goes to the town sandwiche club at noon every day. The spot is called Smokin Sammie's and that's all the info I got. So you going to get this nail out and let me scram?!
Popping the man three times in the face one between the eyes and two in his eyes as the man limply freezes dead, Slazer says while putting his lethal weapon away, thanks for following along. But I never really leave anyone alive in my presence.
End of Chapter 390