Chapter 38: Den of Traffickers

“Alright”

Regan responded, and the men took him away, without him putting up a fight, they arrived at an office.

A man sat in a sofa, sniffing some white substance on a pad sheet, he looked up with bloodshot eyes.

Regan stared back at him unfazed, the man narrowed his eyes at Regan, before he blurted out “you are really brave, boy”.

Regan remained silent, he saw that there are some elite fighters in the office, they stayed in the dark, he darted his eyes around the darkness hovering in the room.

And wonder why the office is so big," take him, John, make him talk” the man ordered, two people stepped forward and dragged him away.

Regan didn't put up any resistance, he was brought to a dimly lit room, with torture tools carefully arranged on iron shelves on the walls.

They pushed him in, the two men studied him carefully, “I will love to have him” one of them said.

“I am going to excuse you guys, be quick with it, we have to know why he is wandering in here” the one referred as John said, and walked away.

The man left with Regan lips curled up with satisfaction, he locked the door, and turned to Regan “I will be gentle, just cooperate, and we will be over with quickly” he said, and pulled down his zipper.

Regan stepped forward, making him fluster at first, Regan lips curled up, and his face darkened, his aura transformed in a blink of an eye.

Smack!

He sent a kick to his balls “oh-” the man toppled forward, grabbing his loin, his mouth wide open, and his eyes bulged, threatening to jump out of the sockets.

Regan sent him a kick on his face, and crashed to the wall, he strode towards the door “Dude, is everything fine in there?” a voice inquired behind the iron door.

An eerie silence followed the loud thud, Regan faced the door iron door, he held the handle of the door, and twisted it.

At the other end, “Jake, are you okay?!” John yelled while asking, Regan opened the door, and grabbed his arm, dragging him inside forcefully.

He tumbled, and rolled on the floor “do have a nice time with your friend” Regan said and strode out, locking the door, he made his way inside the vast hall, at the extreme.

He discovered a cell, inside the cell were ladies, sprawled on the floor, he heard voices from inside a room, two meters from where he stood.

Regan walked towards the room where he heard voices and kicked the door, the door slammed on the floor, startling the people inside the room.

“What the fu-” the word barely escape his lips when a punch landed on his face, sending him staggering backward.

Regan stood at the center of the room with heroic pose, the surrounding men, were numbering five, all having tattoos all over their bodies.

Suddenly, someone started clapping from behind, Regan turned around and saw a fat man with bald head, and he had a big cigarette in betwixt his thin lips.

He puffed smoke into the atmosphere and squinted his eyes at Regan, “I impressed, but that isn't the right place to do such a thing” he said.

And three intimidating figures came out of his back, they were all bearing fire arms, they moved forward to grab, Regan.

He sent a kick at one, and grabbed the gun at another's hand, and pulled the trigger, shooting the one who wanted to shoot at him.

One of the men sitting down inside the room, try to pull his gun, Regan directed the gun that one of the fat man's underlining was holding.

A bullet fly out of the gun's muzzle and shot his forehead, a hole appeared on his forehead and blood started seeping out, his eyes wide open.

He jabbed the man struggling the gun with him, and grabbed his wrist, twisting it, he let go of the gun with a shrill.

He held the gun leisurely “well…” he spoke softly and swept his gaze at the terrified individuals sitting in the room, the man's whose underlining wanted to seize Regan, stood unfazed.

Not only that, but he nodded with great satisfaction on his face

“Boy, why don't you bring down the toy in your hand, while we talk, do you intend fighting your way through the hundred of armed men in here?” he asked.

Regan turned around and narrowed his eyes at him, one of the men tried to bring out his gun when Regan wasn't looking.

Bang!

Regan shot at him, the bullet piercing his forehead, his eyes wide open in surprise, blood started seeping out from the hole on his forehead, the move to deter anyone who was having any thought of making any move.

Hiss! Hiss!

They gasped in horror, Regan played with the gun leisurely in his fingers, the man who has been keeping his composure before, when he saw how Regan murdered people without thinking twice.

He was ruffled, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and a drop of ran down his spine, his legs became heavy “let's talk then, I want all the girls released, and call the police” Regan requested.

When they heard his request, the men started laughing, suddenly, armed men entered the room, holding assaulted rifles, all directed at him.

“Boss, what should we do to him?” one of the armed man asked the short bald man, He dimmed his eyes, and find Regan's bravery to be rare.

He puffed another smoke into the atmosphere “boy, what do you decide, do you want to talk or die?” he asked decisively like he has the fate of Regan in his palm.

Regan was yet to answer his question, when panic footfalls echoed in the long doorways inside the den of traffickers.

“What is happening?” someone asked in alarm, all of them were in panic mood, someone stepped forward and whispered to the man who was referred to as boss earlier, his face sank.