Three hours later, the private jet landed at a private airport in Spain.
Kingston stood up from his seat, lift up the “Drag bag” containing the sniper rifles and weapons on his shoulder.
And start walking towards the jet booth, where the bottles of wines belonging to the french wine dealer in disguise is..
Earlier, Ace have abducted the man, knocking him out cold, before bundling him into the car and drive away, with him, to hold him untill King complete his mission..
The French man, Mr Adel Francisco was to deliver some tons of cocaines to Mr Miguel, the don of the dark eagles.
The bottles of wines serve as a free coverage to transport the drugs, without getting arrested at the airport by the custom officers or police.
Kingston grabbed a bottle and shake it.
He smiled at the white powerderd substance in it and remove the cork on the bottle.
He poured some on his hand and sniffed it in his nostrils, smirking at how strong it is..
He took a pinch of it in his fingers and applied it on his nostrils, continously.
He sneeze and shake his head, putting the cork back on the bottle with a string tied arround it, and put the wine bottle back, beside others that are inside a box.
His eyes are now bloody red as he is extremly high.
He caught sight of the cart that is beside one of the boxes, and bring it down on the floor.
Then put his drag bag inside, before adding the boxes on top of it, and exist the jet, pushing the cart handle..
Immediately he came outside, he squinted his eyes and his gaze fell on two men in suit standing among the crowd, and smirked as he already know who they are, due to the small black raven tattoo on their necks.
One is holding a cardboard paper with the name “Monsieur Adel Francisco” bodly written on it.
Why the other one, have his hand resting on the gun that is tuck away in his trouser waist belt, hidden away from preying eyes and he look uneasy.
Both of the men stood tense, frequently staring at everywhere from time to time, like they are waiting for some gun men to corner them anytime soon.
“They should be f*cking scared, after they messed with us..
Well it's a matter of minutes before a bullet will be stuck on their foreheads..”
Kingston mutter under his breath and stroll towards them, while they watch him approach them with calculative gaze..
“Bonsiuer Monsuiers..”
He greet them with a french accent, bowing down a bit..
“Bonsuier Monsuier.”
They replied back, also bowing down a bit.
“We assume, you are Mr Adel Francisco?”
One of the guys asked and Kingston rolled his eyes stylishly and bit his lips to avoid replying to them sarcastically and blowing away his cover..
“Yes I'm..”
He uttered, smiling forcefully.
“Very well then Mr, let's go..
Our boss is waiting and we don't want to keep him waiting more..”
They utterd and start walking towards a red sports car, while Kingston followed, glaring daggers on their back.
“F*ck! !
They are so careless..
How can they easily believe my words, without trying to find out, if i'm really Adel or not..
They are really amateurs..”
Kingston soliloquies, slidding into the back seat, after putting the cart inside first, through the open car door that one of the man is holding.
The man closed the door and enter in the front seat, sitting beside the other man that is already on the driver seat, igniting the car engine..
“Another costly mistake, i can easily pull out my gun and f*cking shoot them on the back of their heads, catching them unawares..
They are not security conscious.
That is why their mafia are not among the top ten feared mafias.
Stupid id*ots..”
Kingston soliloquies, as the car manuever it's way out of the airport and down the road in full speed..
“I can't wait to get this mission done, and leave this shit country..”
He thought silently, dabbing his hand on his forehead..
Within a few minutes, they arrived at a penthhouse, filled with cars..
He quickly open the door and step out, bringing down the cart before one of the man could..
He surveyed the area stylishly, noting the numbers of guards scatterd about and smirked immediately he noticed a sniper laying down, far ontop of the penthouse roof, with his sharp eyes..
Waiting to terminate any member of their mafia that will come to attack them..
“They are so stupid to understimate us..”
He soliloquy, and avert his gaze away from the sniper who still thought that he is invincible..
Well he is, to others but not to a trained sniper, who have the ability to sense danger from far miles..
“Apart from the sniper, the security here is bullshit..”
Kinston mutter inwardly as they walked inside the penthouse entrace door, passing some heavily armed guys who didn't even bother to search him or the cart.
“Lord.
Ace will murder any mother f*cker guard who did not search a person well before allowing him inside his dormot, not minding that his doors are computarized.
Well their foolishness just made my job easier.”
He soliloquies, walking beside the two men, pulling his cart infront of him..
They walked to the corridor by the left and stop before an elevator, which open up and a blond hair slut step out..
They entered the elevator, before it closed, ignoring her and the dark hair man among them, press a button on the elevator wall, making it to start going up to the last floor, where their Don is waiting for them in his office..
Two minute later, the elevator stop and they walked out, going to the right narrow corridors where their boss office is, and Kingston trail after them, untill they stop at a huge brown door..
The brown hair man remove his card from his shirt pocket and insert it beside the door, making it to slide open and they all walked inside..
“Poor security service..
They didn't even have a finger print sensor or eye scanner, or metals detectors..
Rather only a cards, which anyone can still from the real owners..”
Kingston soliloquy, gazing around the large plain office..
His gaze fell on the huge man, sitting on a plush office chair beside his desk, with a cigarette stucked between his lips..
“Bonsuier Don Miguel..”
Kingston greeted, bowing down a bit and the man access him for a few seconds, before smiling as his gaze fell on the boxes..
“Bonsuier Adel.
I see you bring my drugs for me..”
He stated standing up from his chair and walked towards Kingston to take the cart from him..
But Kingston draw it back, resulting the two men to point their guns at him..
