Chapter 204 Cripple Him

• Henrik Jansson froze for a beat—not because three men had guns on him, but because those three killers looked almost exactly the same. Triplets. Triplets are rare. Triplet brothers who all become hitmen? That’s freakishly rare.
• He waved a hand. “You pointing at me like this, how am I supposed to get in the car? Back up a little.”
• Big Dog, Second Dog, and Third Dog had been on the run for years and seen plenty of hardcases. But a guy like Henrik Jansson, facing three muzzles, already cornered with zero chance to live, and still this calm? First time ever.