Chapter 82: Inferno At The Bar

Wolfie darted his eyes around in panic.  Peter had vanished from the booth. "Looking for me?" A mocking voice echoed behind him. As Wolfie turned, he swiftly raised the gun in his hand. Before he could pull the trigger, Peter reached out with his right hand, yanked back the slide, and disassembled the gun in the blink of an eye. What was once a weapon in Wolfie's hand became a pile of parts. Everything but the grip fell to the floor. "Run!" Peter smirked. Wolfie jolted back to his senses, spinning...