“Damn! How could you let this happen?”

“Sorry, sir, it was my fault, but… but, I did rectify it within seconds.”

“That doesn’t change anything, you son-of-a-bitch! You almost screwed up my entire life’s work there! Lal, you there?”

“Yes, boss.”

“Shoot this bastard right now. I want to hear his scream.”

There came the sound of a gunshot, and almost simultaneously merging into the fading echoes of the crack, came a dying man’s pathetic scream that faded into a gurgle.

“Good riddance. Now I need to handle this.”


Ashok had just let out a moan of pleasure as he pressed the girl’s head against his crotch when his bliss was rudely interrupted by the powerful transmitter just beside his ear, alerting him to an incoming call from his boss.

Son-of-a-bitch! What a time to call! Shoving aside the girl with one hand, Ashok began pulling up his trousers while [আরো পড়ুন]

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