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.”

an unloaded pistol and used the barrel like a hammer, smashing it onto Will’s right ankle. The crack was unmistakable. Pain overwhelmed Will, and he teetered

Jagoan

second time, he demanded three thousand dollars from me. When I couldn’t

by the collar, delivering four or five brutal slaps until blood seeped from his capillaries. Then,

of the nightclub and was pulled

listened intently. “Anthony Carvin, does he

in Chinatown. They do collect protection money, but they step in when we’re in real trouble, especially for immigrants

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

Johnson sitting in the car and Where

to

was brought into the car

Jordan nodded, affirming, “Yes…”

gaze unwavering. “Did you

revealing his uncertainty. “Could you tell who fired the gun? It was only after Carvin was gone that the window behind the passenger seat was rolled down

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

his head frantically.

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

four of them squirmed, beads of sweat forming on

mention of consuming gun parts sent shivers down their spines. Chowing down on more than a dozen bullets allowed for a chance to pass them naturally. But