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Bolan pressed the hot muzzle against the Kurd’s cheek

“Captain Makal sends his regards,” he said.

Bolan nodded to Sengor, who grabbed two full bags of money. The Executioner leaned down and picked up the wounded man and hurled him through the doorway. Sengor had brought in a canister of gasoline with him, and left it behind when he evacuated, all part of Bolan’s plan.

Bolan tore off the cap and splashed the flammable liquid across the remaining money and corpses. He threw the container in the corner, pulled out a disposable lighter and fired it up.

The money-room was an inferno within thirty seconds, but by then, the Executioner was already en route to his next war zone.