Black Panther grew angrier the more he thought about it, and without a second word, he handed over his gun to his teammate, rolled up his sleeves, and pounced with fists and kicks, raining down a barrage of hefty punches and pinning the other guy to the ground, hammering away!
Kukukukukuku!!
The crew of the nearby merchant ship cried out in alarm.
The mercenaries cheered him on.
Good! Hit him good!!
"Stop, stop, I admit it, I confess everything!!" The person in charge cried out with a bloody nose and a bruised face, wailing in pain.
"These surveillance devices, I've never dared to use any of them since getting them. I'm just doing this job for the money. I come from the slums of Venezuela, a poor man's son, and it wasn't easy finding this high-paying smuggling job. I'm scared of being poor."
The person in charge wept bitterly.
Black Panther spat with disdain. I'm F*cking listening to your bullshit!
