Meanwhile, the crew at the bar were cleaning up when three men walked inside. One of them lead the pack, while the other two followed close behind. They wore black suits and stayed silent. The leader took his cigar out and told the bartender straight up, "I want this property. 50 thousand dollars cash. Right now." He stated. "It's not for sale." The bartender responded. "I didn't stutter. Take the cash." The two men in the back slowly pulled out pistols. "No. I'm not gonna stand for this." A table cleaner said. The men shot him dead as a doorknob. The bartender took the money and gave the man the paperwork. "I have one question: Who are you?" The bartender asked. The leader of the group stuck his pistol to the man's head and said "My name is unknown and will remain that way for the rest of your short lives. He signaled this message toward the whole crowd.
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Who's Afraid Of Mr. Woolfe?
Historical FictionThe year is 1946 and Agent Dirk Larrington has just returned to his home in New Orleans after being on a mission in Brazil. However, there have been reports of a man buying up all of New Orleans and he is on the job to solve the mystery.
