Chapter LXXVIII
Edison Mollo have thrown his glass of scotch on the wall of his office in anger. He's fuming mad and vexed. His emotion is on the boiling point and he wants to destroy everything that's near him. For now, only his glass have the unfortunate situation shattered on the floor. The alcohol has marked its drip on the wall and rolls on the floor.
"Magnificent, you said. Unkillable, you said." His teeth are gritted, his jaw clenches, his fists are balled and his breathing is heavy. "We have sent 5 of them to take those survivors. You designed them to be punishers. Heavily armed. Worth millions."
Edison Mollo's chest heaves hardly as he fixes his eyes on the doctor that's in front of him. The doctor is obviously wobbling his knees right now, sweat bullet are forming on his foreh
