BLAIKE IVERSON'S POINT OF VIEW

"Help me," he said. As he catches his breath.

"Are you dumb?" I said to him while giving him a smirk on my face. He lost too much blood and later on, he would die.

"Who ordered you to do this to our boss?" Rod asks him.

"Help me," he said again. Then he raises his arm with many drops of blood on it.

"Who? Say it to us. Or we will shoot you," Rod said again.

"Plea-se helps me," the man said. He begs us to help him. He begs for ...