Chapter 6 The Kidnapping of Mr stain

Mr stain pov

When a bunch of men unexpectedly attacked Mr. Stain, he was in his office. As he described what had happened to his coworkers, he was in shock and amazement. He replied in a sad tone, "Can you believe that those men attacked me even before, He refused." He was disturbed and traumatized by the events, and his office was now in shambles. "You have to be very careful, my friend," was the latter's response.

But how do you know that? Leo inquired, his tone tinged with mistrust. The other responded assuredly, "Come on, Leo, it all makes a clear sense to him now." But he didn't anticipate they would reach this degree of killing each other, Mr. Stain said in a grave and commanding voice. Let's find out who will be in charge. The room was filled with uncomfortable quiet as his remarks lingered in the air.

The severity of the situation was evident, and everyone appeared to be waiting for his next move. Because the stakes were so high, it appeared that nobody wanted to take the initiative and act first. It was obvious that this was a power struggle.

and it was uncertain who would prevail. All of Mr. Stain's coworkers have departed the company, leaving him alone in his office.

A young teenager bellowed in. The door opened, and a man in a suit walked in, holding a phone in his hand.

"It's Mr. Smith," he said, handing the phone to the bald man. "Ah, Mr. Smith, what a pleasure to hear from you," the bald man said, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"I trust everything is going well on your end?" Mr. Smith's voice crackled over the phone, and Mr. Stain could hear the faint sound of traffic in the background.

"Yes, everything is going according to plan," he said. "Excellent, excellent," Mr.Smith then Said to the bald. "I have a job for you, man. It's a big one, and it will require all of your skills."

The bald man's voice was curious. "What kind of job?" he asked. "I need you to take care of someone for me," Mr. Smith said. "Someone who has been causing me a lot of trouble lately. I need you to make sure he doesn't cause any more problems".

" The Bald man's voice was calm and collected. "Consider it done," he said. "Good," Mr. Smith said. "I'll send you the details. And the bald man?" "Yes?" "Make it look like an accident." Mr. Stain's heart sank as he realized what was happening.

He was in the hands of a dangerous criminal, and there was no way out. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to survive. He looked around the room, searching for a way out, but there was none.

The bald man was watching him, his eyes cold and calculating. "What do you want from me?" Mr. Stain asked, his voice trembling. The bald man leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.

"I am here to get rid of you, and as you can hear on the phone what that man said," he said. "I know you are kind of rich so I won't get much on you” Mr. Stain shook his head. "Holy sheet, "Mr stain exclaimed, the bald man then said.

"I work for a criminal organization name Men in Black, we're you left, I have been hired to kill you." The bald man's face darkened. And he added "I have been the chosen one to work on your file of killing you," Mr. Stain took a step back, his heart pounding in his chest.

He knew he had to come up with a plan, and fast.

He looked around the room again, searching for anything he could use as a weapon. Suddenly, he spotted a metal pipe lying on the ground. He took a step towards it, but the bald man was faster.

He lunged forward, grabbing Mr. Stain by the throat and pinning him against the wall. "You're not going anywhere," he hissed. "You belong to me now."

Mr. Stain struggled, trying to break free, but the bald man was too strong. He tightened his grip, cutting off Mr. Stain's air supply. Mr. Stain's vision began to blur, and he knew he was running out of time.

He reached out, grabbing the metal pipe and swinging it with all his might. It connected with the bald man's head, and he stumbled backward, releasing his grip on Mr. Stain took advantage of the moment, running towards the door and throwing it open.

He sprinted down the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear the bald man's footsteps behind him, but he didn't look back. He burst through the front door, running out into the street. He didn't stop until he was a safe distance away, gasping for breath.

He looked around, trying to get his bearings. He was in an unfamiliar part of town, but he knew he had to keep moving. He started walking, his mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened.

He dashes to an unidentified basement. The bald man after him catches him and punched him right in the face, causing him to tumble to the ground.

He suddenly found himself in a strange location, a dark room with a large, menacing-looking man in his 40s seated on a chair in the center of the space. The room had no walls, and an unsettling silence filled the space. As he stood there, unsure of what to do next, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. It was nearly impossible to picture Baldwin with anything growing out of his head because it was so bald.

He had no hair on his scalp, which was glossy and silky. Nothing could grow out of his hair, one may claim. He was a trafficker and drug dealer. He had gained notoriety in the criminal underground as a result of the widespread dissemination of information about his illegal actions. He had amassed wealth as a result of his dealings, but he was constantly seeking more. On the other side of the door, there was a voice saying,

COME IN MACON!" the figure replied, his Hu PA handing him the phone and saying, "Boss, you have a call. He answered the phone in a stern voice and commanded, "SPEAK!" The caller, who was already terrified to death, replied, "He knows it's us, boss." He exclaimed, pulling out his revolver, "HOW?!" The caller responded, shaking, "I Don't know, boss, I swear!"