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 Jagoan’s own macabre concoction. Jagoan 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 Jagoan 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,” Jagoan inquired, “How many times have you crossed paths with Will Jackson?”

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

Jagoan 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…”

quick to defend himself, interjected, “She struck first,

pressure to snap it at the joint. Will cried out in agony. Jagoan’s voice remained cool. “You walked in

followed was even more harrowing. Jagoan picked up 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

Jagoan

When I couldn’t pay, he brought these men and beat me up, saying

slaps until blood seeped from his capillaries. Then, he cast the man aside. He turned back to Jordan and asked

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

Carvin, does he often terrorize

especially for immigrants like us. We’re often targeted and they’re more reasonable about their fees. Doing business in the

his voice firm. “You mentioned Will Johnson sitting in the car

hesitated briefly but summoned the courage to reply, “He was behind the passenger

continued probing, “So, Carvin was brought into the car

Jordan nodded, affirming, “Yes…”

“Did you see who pulled

shook his head, 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 and I saw Will spitting

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

frantically. “It wasn’t me,

other four 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

squirmed, beads