Chapter Fifteen: The Eightfold Scope

“Ahhh, fuck! Fuck!” Eugene screamed in agony before he could even figure out what was happening.

Gavin’s grip was so strong that Eugene felt as if his fingers were being crushed into the revolver itself.

As for Officer William, just a moment ago he was excitedly holding up his shirt, hoping to get his idol’s autograph.

But in the next second, he found the barrel of that idol’s big gun shoved straight into his mouth...

“Mmmph?” William bit down on the Colt’s barrel, his eyes full of confusion, shifting from pink to dark.

Gavin, having quickly subdued both men, whispered to Madison, “Old Mac, go search him.”

“Okay.” Madison nodded grimly, coldly approaching Eugene and yanking the revolver off him.

“Ahh, easy! My hand’s going to break!” Eugene yelled in pain as Madison searched him, eventually finding a survival knife tucked inside his left calf.

After unfastening the sheath and straps, Madison pulled out the dagger, inspecting its blade.

“Gavin, this knife looks pretty good. What do you think?”

“Indeed, not bad. The pattern’s quite nice,” Gavin replied, then kicked Eugene in the lower abdomen.

Eugene immediately clutched his stomach and collapsed to his knees, curling up and pressing his head against the ground, moaning softly.

Madison then took William’s police USP and nodded at Gavin.

Seeing this, Gavin finally removed the gun barrel from William’s mouth.

Once able to speak, William hurriedly waved his hands and stumbled out, “Are you really those two sports stars I thought you were? God, you look like a couple of robbers putting on an impersonation show!”

“Damn it, my mind’s scrambled—I couldn’t have mistaken you. I’m Gavin’s die-hard fan! There’s no way I’d get him wrong!”

“So you’re the real deal, but you really robbed me. Looks like you also robbed the gas station. You guys…”

“Shut your mouth.”

Seeing William babbling nonstop once he started talking, Gavin pressed the gun barrel against his chest.

Feeling the hardness of the Colt, William swallowed nervously and nodded.

“Okay, I won’t say another word!”

“Good. Now I ask, you answer.”

Gavin nodded and gave Eugene a kick, who was still groaning, then asked William, “Is he your cousin?”

“That’s right, sort of my cousin.”

“Where do you live?”

“We both live in Ennis, less than twenty kilometers from here.”

“How many people in your family?”

“My mom died six years ago. I live with my dad and my eleven-year-old little brother. As for Eugene, that guy’s a piece of trash. He doesn’t have a place, always crashing at his sister’s.”

“Fuck you, William! You’re the real piece of trash!” Eugene struggled to lift his head and cut William off with a curse.

William spat on the ground beside him and continued, “You’re just a lazy bum. Eugene, your brother-in-law died two years ago, your sister’s raising a two-year-old kid, and with all that, she’s still buying you booze. How can you live with yourself?”

“Bullshit. I put up her fence, mowed her lawn, fixed her drains, and patched her roof. You think I just lie around on the couch eating cereal all day?”

“But you don’t work or earn money. You’re just deadI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.