zachycards: hello reader, and welcome to the next chapter. Here is the disclaimer, I do not own anything in this fanfic, in any way, any shape, or any form, besides my oc. I also do not own Black Lagoon, in any way, any shape, or any form. It does and will always belong to its current owner. So, now that the disclaimer is out of the way, it is now time to move on to the ninth chapter.
Chapter 9: Of Kukris And Grenades (Part 1)
Okay, let me just be honest here. I am not racist, no really, I'm absolutely not. But, however, I was really starting to see why Revy was calling a certain Chinese assassin "Chinglish", that accent of hers, really does leave a lot to be desired. So, you can understand my need, to want, or shall we say, to join in on such things. But, I digress, I am once again getting very much ahead of myself again. Let's wind this a bit back to how this all started shall we?
Ah yes, the good old "we don't negotiate with terrorists" routine, that old hat. And to be honest, it really does still apply to those like Revy and myself. This would really come in handy when we would be faced with having to dispatch with several of them. Thankfully though, we had help in doing this. The leader of the Triad group of Roanapur, a Mr. Chang by name, despite him being a bit rusty, made good work of the terrorists. He even went so far as to kick a grenade back towards a group of terrorists that had chucked it at the three of us, and just as it flew into them, it went off, killing both of the terrorists instantly. This carried on for several more minutes, until all three of us had successfully fought our way out of the building.
End Of Chapter 9
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