CHAPTER 245. I WILL MAKE YOU MINE. Black Hole

Jhon walked slowly toward the mailbox on 46th Street in North Point. It was a rundown street surrounded by cheap shops and cafés that reeked of roaches. It was a horrible area on the outskirts of the city, but busy enough that anyone who wanted to go unnoticed could easily do so.

The mailbox was yellow, battered, and looked like it had been hit by a car on one side. Big and ugly, like any other mailbox in Zurich. He slipped the manila envelope he was carrying into it, turned the corner, and began to watch. The rest of his five-man team was also on the lookout; Jhon hadn’t let anyone else come along.

They were waiting for someone to approach the mailbox, but they definitely didn’t expect someone to come out of it. The kid was about ten years old, kicked the door from inside, and ran out with the envelope in hand.

“Do you have him?” Jhon asked through his earpiece.

“I’ve got him, boss,” replied the sniper positioned on a nearby rooftop. “He