"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!" His voice sounded like an iron sheet scraped by sandpaper, mixed with sobs as it struggled out of his throat, "I have money, there's a lot of money in the bank account in Catalonia, I can give it all to you! And properties, there are apartments in Paris and Barcelona, the property certificates are in my briefcase, the password is..."
Snot dribbled from his philtrum into the corner of his mouth, its salty taste made him even more flustered, he even thought of crawling over to hug the leader's ankle, but was pinned in place by the cold look from the opponent.
Tears blurred his vision, making those shadows wearing hoods look even more menacing, he thought of the news about those politicians executed by Hydra, their bodies hung outside the town hall, causing his stomach to churn.
