CHAPTER 30

BLAIKE IVERSON'S POINT OF VIEW I looked upon the sky,  as the cold wind passes by my bare skin. The sky was blue as the ocean,  the sun glows as bright as the moon. The rainbow is as colorful as before. While the birds were flying freely in the sky. The bird's chipping was so relaxing on the ears. And the way the branches of the trees sway makes the surroundings look peaceful. I then placed all the different types of guns on the wooden table beside me. There are 5 types of guns here Pistol,  Revolver,  Handgun,  Breechloader, and Gun. I placed its bullets beside it. I entered every bullet on its respective guns. I placed it carefully on the wooden table,  as I finished putting every bullet,  in each gun. I put my electronic headsets that are wired to block out impulsive noises, making it easy to hear the person speaking next to me, but at the same time blocking out the loud noise of a shotgun. They are often called noise canceling headshots because they counteract the noises coming from outside,  which were caused by my guns. I would use this electronic headset to protect my ears from the noises coming from the guns,  and every time I aim at my target. It would be so easy to aim and shoot at my target because my hearing is good. It was also comfortable to use every time I practice my shooting skills. I wear shooting glasses that have polycarbonate lenses for great UVA and UVB protection. They are also shatterproof and help you maintain good vision when hunting or practicing in the field. I also wear my shooting glasses to protect my eyes. I use this every time I was practicing my shooting skills. This helps me a lot to see properly and not affected my eyes. It could properly help me every time I practice,  and even without it, my eyes could properly see the target. But these glasses helped me a lot. After I wear my electronic headshots and shooting glasses. I get my gun and started to position it to aim at the target. Five cans are standing on the wooden table 40 feet away from me. I aim at it one by one and started firing it one by one and I successfully easily knocked it down on the ground,  with just one shot each. I looked at the hanging cans I also aim and shoot at them one by one. I knocked down every one of them. I then turned my attention to the 10 glasses and shot them one by one and it was broken in an instant. Every piece was now laying on the ground,  these shattered pieces were on the ground scattered around. I stopped shooting and placed my gun on the wooden table. I pulled off the plastic chair near me and drink the cold drink on my side that I bought earlier. "Blaike, " a familiar voice of a man called me. I took a sip before looking in his direction. "Why?" I asked him. It was only Rod and no one else. I didn't know what he needed! Since he was taking Ayeisha on a date this past few days. I just let him be before we interrogate Mr.Walson's men again. I was hoping this time Mr. Walson's men would tell us some important information that we would gonna use against. It was better to finish this mission earlier than expected to be finished. I am investigating this case for at least 3 months now. I still had 6 more months to investigate the case,  but I was planning to do it earlier. Since they promised me once I finished this mission my father would be also released from jail. I bought a house and a lot in Zambales so I could live there with my Dad. My father is the only relative that I had right now. Without him,  I didn't know why I had to do this kind of stuff,  it was killing me knowing my Dad was suffering in prison. So I decided to end this mission as soon as possible so my father would be freed from it. "Are we going to integrate Mr. Walsons men today?" He asked. I looked at him while drinking my coke. My whole body was still covered with sweats because it is a sunny day. And the sun was almost killing me. "Maybe,  later. I'll rest first. I just finished practicing, " I answered him. "Why dont you practice your skills too?" I asked him. "Do you have any spare bullets and guns?" He asked me. "Just choose any gun in here, " I answered as I pointed out the bullets and guns beside me I looked at him. He was trying to figure out what he was gonna use for practicing his skills. Every time we would go to this training field. This is just a 30 drive away from my mansion. There is no neighborhood here that is why I like it here. No one could hear the gunshots every time I and Rod would practice here. Even I was very good at shooting and aiming the targets. I could not be lost missing any targets. That is why I always go in here in my free time to practice my shooting skills. My skills are almost perfect because sometimes I made a mistake and missed the targets. And for me,  it was okay because I can't be perfect as a fantasy in their dreams. I can't be perfect in this,  I am also a human that could make a mistake like them. I looked at Rod as he picked the gun I used to shoot. "Re-load some bullets inside it. Because I used it,  and I used all the bullets inside it," I told to him. He picked the same gun that,  I used because it was not heavy,  and it can be used easily. That is why he picked it too,  well it was good to use than other guns.  I would also choose it if I were the one that was gonna asked. "Sure, " he replied. I just nodded at him. He then started to re-load some bullets on the guns. I just stared at the gun the whole time he re-loads it. After he re-loads the run with some bullets he wears the electronic headshots and shooting glasses. It was really useful every time we both practicing in here. We both used that for our ears and eyes whenever we are practicing our shooting skills. I heard gunshots every time Rod fired at the target. He shoots and aims at the glass bottles and can he could easily knock them down. But some he misses it and shoots again. His skills were not perfect but almost closed to my skills. He was also learning while he was with me. He would the best of all when I leave in the underground society. I am sure he was the one gonna replace me in the position once I quit because he learned so much about me. I thought his different skills,  and he was almost perfect. He was the best choice to replace me soon. "Not bad!" I commented after he remove the glass and earphones and place the gun on the wooden table. He just smirked and sat down at the table. I just looked at the scattered glasses and cans on the grounds. ************************************** One of the men places the tools for torturing. The types of equipment are stun belts, stun batons, spiked batons, needs cuffs, poisonous blade, knife, whip, electric shock handcuff, hammer, pistol, dagger, revolver, rifle, M1918 Trench Knife, U.S Marine KA-BAR knife, Faibarin-Sykes Fighting Knife, Poison Needle, and Triangular Bayonet. All the tools were shiny as bright as the sun. I carefully touch its' flowless silver surface, while I walked across the room, touching one by one while I was walking, picking one of a tool, I am gonna use for torturing the person in front of me. "Do you want torture? Pain? Agony? Suffering?" I asked him wickedly and smirked at him. While he was sitting on the chair, tied by the roped. I get some daggers and play with them. I can see from the metal, dagger I was holding, the fear that he was trying to overcome. As I looked into his eyes, our eyes meet, and he looked away immediately. His hair from his body is starting to go up, I can hear the loud pounding of his heart, his knees tendens to weaken, his whole body started to tremble, and his hands were shaken. His eyes were showing fear, and his lips were shaking like they wanted to say something, but there was a voice coming out of his mouth, and his forehead begins to sweat with fear and nervousness. "No-o," he stuttering said. "Then tell me everything that I needed to know!" I ordered. I threw the dagger across the wall. There is a wound left on his neck because I threw the dagger toward him. The dagger has now stayed on the wall. Blood was dripping from his neck, because of the wound caused by the dagger I use. "Would you want me to cut your neck? Remove your eyes? Remove your organs? Or cut your parts of  the body one by one?" I mocked him. "Pleas-e," he begged. I looked at him, with pity in my eyes. "Then tell me what I have to know," He shook his head. He was scared and nervous at the same time. If he still doesn't want to talk about it, even if he dont want to say anything. Then we would do it the hard way. In that case, I would need to use some harm on him. "Then we would do it in a hard way," I mocked him and smirked at him. I closed my eyes and walked to pick up some weapons. I touched its surface, and after a second I stopped then I looked at what equipment I chose. I picked a dagger not bad. I picked it up and slice the skin of Mr. Walson's men on his left arm, while he was tied to the chair. "Please! Stop," he begged me. "Would you tell me everything now!" I asked him. "I can! I can't because they would kill me. Mr. Walson would order someone to kill me. If I would tell you everything they would assassinate me. I dont want to die. Please! I begged you. Please!" he begged us. I put the dagger on the table, while it has some blood on it. Blood keeps dripping on the floor from his wounds. I walked in front of him and put a chair a meter away from him. Then sat down, ahead of him. "We would protect you, you, and your family. But tell us the information we needed from you," I seriously tell him. "Is that true?" he asked me immediately. "Yes!" I answered. "If my life depends on it. I would trust your words. Then I would tell you every information you needed, exchange for my safety, and also for my life," he stated. "On Zambales, there was gonna be a large shipping of illegal drugs you can locate them on there and stop them, " he continued. "Are you sure?"  I asked him to make sure. "Yes, " he nodded.