Killing Gunther Page #2

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secret meeting with us.

Normally, you want to meet in a

discreet place like this, so...

- who the f*** is this, Blake?!

- Why is there a goddamn camera on me?!

- -Put the camera down!

- Blake, you got two seconds to explain this sh*t!

- Okay! Put the camera down!

- Sorry, they're with us.

- -What do you mean, "they're with us"?

I mean that's our crew.

Why the f*** do we

have a camera crew?

I did not explain that, and

that is completely my fault.

- I apologize.

- Damn it!

- Crusher!

- All right.

Name's iz. Izzat.

People call me crusher

'cause of this.

- I crush things.

I just don't really

like that name.

Sort of reminds me of the frat

guys I went to school with.

I lost the arm, uh, in

a suicide, um, bomb.

Not my suicide bomb, someone

else's suicide bomb.

I was helping him put it on,

and he was fidgeting, and,

uh... Yada, yada, yada.

- I would lose an arm for that.

- So cool.

Oh, man.

Yeah, it clenches when

i run out of battery.

Either of you have a android

or a lg charger or something?

- Um...

- I have a 6s charger.

Yeah, no, it's not

apple-compatible.

We've also set a meeting

with pak yong qi,

who is a unique kind of killer.

But I knew yong would

be excited to join up,

because he has a personal

beef with Gunther.

It's Blake! It's Blake!

They're with us! It's okay.

I almost threw

this in your face.

I'm glad you did not.

- This is acid.

- Yeah.

- You would've...

- it would have been a bummer.

Gunther killed my best

friend, Mr. slick.

And I will have my revenge.

Your best friend

was also a hitman?

He was a snake.

Oh, like a con man?

No. A literal snake.

My pet snake. The only

thing I ever truly loved.

Gunther found out I used Mr.

slick to make my poisons,

so he executed him.

I'm sorry. Your poisons?

I only kill with poison.

You see, it's more elegant,

sophisticated.

And I don't use guns.

The sight of blood makes

me violently ill.

Really?

I can't even say the word...

- you don't have

to say it. Don't...

- stop trying to say it!

- No way!

Absolutely not! If they

are in, man, i am out!

Then you're out. They're

already flying here.

- Fine.

- Who? Who's flying here?

The friggin'

bellakalakova twins!

Oh, crap.

I've never heard of 'em.

Brother and sister out

of Southern Russia.

Remember the porsinka Blaze?

- No.

- Stadium fire.

14,000 people burned alive.

That was them.

They're monsters.

It's just a meeting.

- Well, I'm gonna go with you, then.

- Fine.

You better do it

in a public place.

I mean, I'm a maniac, but

those guys are psychopaths.

Why is this so good?!

Freeze frame.

I am Mia, and this is barold.

- What's up?

- What's up?

And we have never been

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