The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

In this humble roast goose shop in Chinatown, a magical and interesting scene is taking place.

The five gang members, once the terror of Chinatown, struck fear into countless Chinese vendors. Now, they knelt on the ground, cramming bullets of yellow, orange and gold into their mouths. Swallowing 9mm pistol rounds was like trying to gulp down fat capsules without a drop of water to ease the pain. They gritted their teeth and forced them down.

Will Johnson, in particular, suffered. His sister was a mistress to the Burning Angel boss and he himself had a ruthless streak, rising to middle management in the gang. Chinatown fell under his jurisdiction.

In the American underworld, he was the Burning Angel’s Chinatown enforcer. But his authority did him no favors now.

The others managed to choke down the bullets, wincing through the ordeal. Theirs were at least somewhat spherical. Will Jackson, however, faced Charlie’s own macabre concoction. Charlie meticulously dismantled each bullet, pouring the powder into Will Jackson’s mouth, then followed with the disassembled round and casing. It was a merciless race to swallow them down.

The bullet casings, separated from their warheads, were jagged and often caught in Will Jackson’s throat. But Charlie allowed no reprieve. He swallowed as best he could, and soon, blood mingled with the effort.

Witnessing this horrifying display, Jordan’s stomach churned. He turned away, fighting the urge to vomit.

“Jordan,” Charlie inquired, “How many times have you crossed paths with Will Jackson?”

Jordan stammered, “Mr. Wade, I… I’ve seen him maybe three or four times…”

Charlie nodded, then gestured for a plate. “Here, hand it over. What does he usually do?”

Jordan recalled, “The first time, he went to Angieda’s shop for protection money. Angieda didn’t speak English, so she chased him out with a broom. He retaliated by breaking her limbs…”

Will, quick to defend himself, interjected, “She struck first, it was self-defense!”

Jagoan gripped Will’s wrist, exerting just enough pressure to snap it at the joint. Will cried out in agony. Jagoan’s voice remained cool. “You walked in here today, I’m defending myself.”

it onto Will’s right ankle. The crack was unmistakable. Pain overwhelmed Will, and he teetered on

Will’s frenzied screams, Jagoan

demanded three thousand dollars from me. When I couldn’t pay, he brought these men and beat me up,

five brutal slaps until blood seeped from his

night,” Jordan began, “He was in a Cadillac, parked on the street corner. Anthony Carvin from the Chinese Gang came out of the nightclub and was pulled into the car by his brother. I heard a gunshot, then saw blood spray from the car’s rear door. They shoved Carvin’s body

does

helpful in Chinatown. They do collect protection money, but they

U.S. taxes may be optional, but protection money isn’t. Compared to others, the

firm. “You mentioned Will Johnson sitting in the car and Where

the courage to reply, “He was behind the

into the car

Jordan nodded, affirming, “Yes…”

paused, his gaze unwavering. “Did you see who

his head, revealing his uncertainty. “Could you tell who fired the gun? It was only after Carvin was gone that the window

his stern gaze towards Will. “Let me be clear, Will. Did you kill Anthony Carvin, the one who aided

frantically. “It wasn’t

individuals, his tone unwavering. “For any one of you who tells me the truth, I’ll subtract five bullets from your meal. But if you choose to lie or refuse to answer, you’ll feast on those bullets and see your guns

them squirmed, beads

consuming gun parts sent shivers down their spines. Chowing down on more than a dozen bullets allowed for a